Page 59 of Her Beastly Billionaire Rock Star
He perched on the edge of the bed beside her and threaded his fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face. “Hi, beautiful.”
“Not so sure about that.”
“It’s true all the time.” He smiled. “Are you thirsty?”
She slowly nodded. “Very.”
Once she’d had her fill of water, he leaned in. “Octavia is in a lot of trouble according to Emilia. Apparently, she’s been blackmailing people for years. One of them got fed up with it when she doubled what she’d been asking for. He made a plea deal with the DA, and that’s what got the ball rolling.”
“I knew it. Something wasn’t right. Always threatening and never doing anything. If she hurt me, there would be an investigation that could expose her. I feel sorry for her. She was twisted by her father.”
“And aboutyourfather. He’s in LA already, but he’s been giving his statement to the FBI. You’ll need to give one soon too.
Charlotte shifted on the bed and grimaced. “I know.”
He bent down and kissed her forehead. “But we can talk about that later when you feel better.”
“Would you lie down with me? Hold me for a bit?”
Malakai smiled. “My hope is to hold you for way longer than a bit.” He lay down and curled around her as she snuggled against him.
“I love you, Malakai.”
“I love you too.”
Epilogue
Eight months later…
“You keep your eyes closed, mister. If I have to come up there, you’ll be sorry.” Charlotte laughed.
Malakai’s height was making the surprise she’d set up incredibly difficult. Unlike him, she couldn’t put her hands over his eyes.
A grin lifted the corners of his lips. “I can’t help that you’re short.”
She pointed her finger up at him. “Close your eyes.”
His eyes slid shut. “Fine. What did you do?”
“You’ll see in a second.” She opened the garage door and took his hand. “Careful of the little step down.”
She positioned him in front of what she hoped would blow him away. In the last eight months, they’d dated, and she’d fallen even more in love with him. He’d just returned from a three-month tour with Crush. It was a quick tour to get fans excited about the new album that would be dropping that day.
Charlotte’s dad had returned to LA, and they’d worked together to build a new company without the stain of what Octavia had done. Octavia had found herself in more trouble than Charlotte could have ever imagined from blackmailing congressmen, senators, actors, and anyone she could. The lifestyle she’d built for herself had crumbled so quickly that she was forced to stay in jail while awaiting her trial. Charlotte had requested visitation, but Octavia had denied them. After a few months of trying, she’d given the videotapes of Octavia’s mother to her lawyer, hoping that one day Octavia would be curious enough to watch.
At the moment, Malakai’s garage was filled with his friends and family quietly waiting for him to see his gift.
“Okay. Open your eyes.”
“Surprise!” they shouted. Even his parents had made the trip. Malakai’s relationship with them was still fragile, but each time they were together, it was better.
An audible gasp came from him as he took in their presence, then the motorcycle in front of them. He jerked his attention from the bike he’d sold so long ago, shifting it to her. “What? How? When?”
A thrill of delight tickled its way up her spine. While he’d been on tour, she’d researched how to combat carsickness and had tried a Daith piercing. It had hurt like crazy, but she’d sucked it up.
He looked around the garage. “Where’s the Bluebird?”
Charlotte’s father laughed. “I bought it from her. I love that car.” He winked as his gaze caught Charlotte’s.
