Page 50 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

As the aroma grew stronger, my stomach started to betray me, and I was forced to wake up. Putting on some sweatpants, I rushed out of my room and dashed toward the kitchen, eager to have a taste.

I stopped right at the door as my mind suddenly snapped back to reality, and I remembered the current situation. Samantha and I were not on speaking terms. She was successfully ignoring me, which meant we no longer shared anything with each other.

I slowly walked back to my room, my stomach still growling in hunger. As soon as I shut the door, I groaned in agony into mypillow. I hated being in this situation, but there wasn’t much I could do right now.

Getting Samantha to listen would be quite tough, and I still wasn’t ready to explain everything to her—at least, not yet.

I picked up my phone and dialed Alex. It was past 7:00 a.m., and from what I knew, he had nothing scheduled for the day.

“Hey . . .” a deep, husky tone came on the phone that made me breathless for a moment. I wasn’t expecting him to still be asleep, but his morning voice wasn’t something I was prepared for in any way.

“You owe me breakfast, Mr. Steele,” I said after a moment. I listened as I heard him stretch loudly and clear his throat. I wished I was there to witness it.

“And why is that?” he asked in a clearer tone. I suddenly missed the growly morning voice I heard a minute ago.

“Apart from Pancake House, no one else makes fluffy and tasty pancakes like Samantha does, and I’m sure you’re aware of that. The enticing aroma of her pancakes woke me up, but unfortunately, I can’t even get a taste of them because we’re not on speaking terms, and you know whose fault that is.”

“Mine, of course,” he replied. “Exactly. So do something about it, mister,” I said, although I had nothing in mine. Part of me was hungry and grumpy, while the other part just wanted to see him.

“Let’s go to Pancake House then. Should I pick you up?” he asked, and I immediately got off the bed.

“So that we rub our annoying asses in Sam’s face? Hell no. I’ll get an Uber and meet you there.” I hung up shortly after and dashed into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I was squeaky clean and out. I picked out a flowery red dress and put it on. Brushing my hair neatly, I pulled into a ponytail and applied a little blush and lipstick to give my face some color.

When I was satisfied with my appearance, I strolled out of my room and headed out. Samantha was in the dining area, having breakfast, when I walked past, but she didn’t even look up from her phone.

“Sam . . .” I started to speak, and she immediately stood up to leave. Despite trying to act unbothered, getting the silent treatment from her was killing me on the inside.

Putting away the bad feeling, I ordered an Uber and waited outside for the ride to arrive. I got into the Uber a few minutes later, and he drove off.

Alex was sitting at a table when I got to the restaurant, and I joined him immediately.

“That was quicker than I expected,” he said as I sat down.

“I live a mile and a half away from here,” I said as I sat down.

“I was waiting for you so we could order together,” he said and opened the menu book on the table. With a go-to order for Pancake House, I didn’t bother looking through the menu.

Alex opted for a simple breakfast with eggs and bacon, while I chose a full breakfast menu that had scrambled eggs, baked beans, pancakes with syrup, and bacon.

“How do you manage to eat all that and still not gain any weight?” he asked, his eyes wide as the waiter placed a full tray in front of me.

“I honestly don’t know, but I’m not complaining either.” We started to eat, and I found it hard to take my eyes off Alex.

His golden-blond hair was growing beyond his jaw, slicked back behind his ears. His eyes appeared a brighter green today, giving his lips a bloody red tone, almost like a vampire.

I stole glances often enough that our eyes met a few times. His features were perfectly etched into my brain at this point, and images of him often found themselves in my head involuntarily.

He was quite the sight, and sitting right in front of me at that moment didn’t help matters. Our eyes met once again, and I forced my eyes to stay on my plate for the rest of the meal.

My stomach felt like it would burst after the heavy meal, so Alex suggested we take a walk to ease indigestion.

I didn’t protest when he took my hand in his as we walked through a quiet New York street. His excuse? We still needed to appear like a couple in public places to make our “relationship” look more authentic and believable.

I didn’t mind. If we were being honest, holding hands with Alex was something I looked forward to. His palms were large and manly, and for a brief moment, it felt like those hands were grabbing onto me.

“What are you doing later tonight?” he asked after we walked for a while.

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