Page 53 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“I didn’t wake you up because it’s a Sunday morning. Now, stop moving around so early in the morning and relax,” I urged her.

She checked her phone to see if I was correct, then sat down on the bed. She didn’t say anything as we tucked ourselves back under the covers and lay still for a while. She was still naked, and the urge to continue what we had started last night was heavy on me. I was not sure she’d want to go another round, so I fought it.

“We should hit the shower,” I said and pulled her out of bed. She smiled as we walked into the bathroom, and I started to run hot water for the bath.

Once the water was at the right temperature, I dropped some bath bombs inside it, and we immersed ourselves in it.

Olivia looked extremely satisfied as she shut her eyes and smiled. “This feels so good,” she said.

Smiling, I replied, “It really does, especially with you.”

She did not respond. The rest of the bath was done in silence, and several minutes later, we headed out and started to get dressed. I watched as she struggled to slip on her dress, and I quietly offered my help. Surprisingly, she allowed me without any protest.

“We should get food,” she suddenly said as I got dressed, and I nodded in agreement. I was starving as well.

I held the door open for her, and I watched as she moved fast, stopping just at the entrance.

“My dress! I can’t wear it out,” she said.

I held my laughter. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your dress, Olivia. People wear worse.”

She raised her eyebrow, and I knew I said something wrong. “I’m not other people, and I’m definitely not comfortable wearing this dress in broad daylight.”

It was evident I wouldn’t be able to convince her, so I got one of my spare tracksuits from the room and handed it to her. She disappeared into the bathroom. When she appeared again, she was in my tracksuit, which seemed a little too big for her.

“Much better?” I asked, and she nodded.

Still feeling a bit hungover from last night, we both ordered a simple breakfast, each accompanied by a cup of black coffee.

“I have something to tell you, Olivia,” I started off as soon as she finished the last piece of sausage on her plate.

“I’m all ears,” she said, but her face formed a frown immediately.

“Well . . . I’ll be leaving New York soon. I have to make an important trip, but I’ll be back in a short while.”

“Okay, when are you leaving?” she asked, the frown on her face gone.

“Midweek, actually. I would have made it faster, but there’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m listening,” she said and leaned forward. I bit my lips as I had no idea how to go about this.

“I really like you, Olivia, far more than I could put into words, and it’s killing me to pretend that I don’t when all I want is . . .” I paused, taking a brief moment to pick out the appropriate words to describe how I felt. “All I want is to hold you close and never let you go,” I said.

She nodded. “Look, Alex . . . I really don’t know what to say right now, but I also like you very much. It’s been torture trying to pretend that we’re just friends when I want more than that.”

I sighed, trying to hide my excitement. I had mentally prepared myself for all responses, but a positive one was the least I expected.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that, Olivia. I was worried you didn’t feel the same way, but hearing this”—I took her hands in mine and kissed them—“has made my entire day.”

She smiled, her small white teeth flashing before me. She allowed me to hold her hands as we walked out of the restaurant. We took a long walk until we saw a public bench.

I waited until we settled in the chair before I spoke again. “Now that we both know we like each other so much, what do you say we make it official?” I asked, turning to face her.

“What about Samantha? We haven’t even told her about our fake relationship. How would she react to knowing we’re really dating now?” Olivia asked, and my heart sank.

The whole time, I had been so preoccupied with thoughts of what could go wrong that I had almost forgotten what had already gone wrong. I still hadn’t spoken to Sam since the call I made to ask of Olivia. Sam had successfully made it a duty to ignore everyone, and I had no idea what to do.

Involving my mother would be a waste of time since I still hadn’t done a proper introduction between her and Olivia. The last thing I’d expect my mother to do would be to defend a woman she had not officially met over her precious daughter.

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