Page 2 of Falling for the Rockstar

“Mortified? Why? Is he ugly?”

I think for a second before responding. Not wanting to give her something to drag on about. Like his dark blond or maybe brown hair, or even his olive-toned skin. I couldn’t see his eyes thanks to his sunshades. I did notice he’s roughly around six-one, which is still taller than me, yet he was all rockstar.

“I’m not sure. I was too stupefied by his actions and the fact that I have to work with him. This will be a difficult one, I can tell.”

“Mm-hmm. That has never stopped you before.” She takes a bite of her salad, which was placed before us while we were talking.

“See, there you go. You’re always looking for the tea, but there is nothing to spill my friend. He’s lewd, and selfish, and a bit of a…”

“Rock star?”

“I’ve known plenty of musicians that do not act like he does, so I’m not sure what you would call it.” I stab at my lettuce and take a bite.

“How’s Corny doing with his career?”

“Cornelius is doing great. He has another showcase this weekend. We’ll go for his fitting tomorrow. “

“Oh, he finally got a job to pay for his expensive outfits?” Bri comments snidely.

“Why must you bring this up?”

“Because I am your bestie and that’s what we do. He should at least split the cost or pay the credit card bill or something. He’s climbing up the ranks off your back and dime. I don’t care how good he’s fucking you, it’s not worth the grip you drop on him every time something comes up.”

“It’s not like that,”

“Bullshit, it’s exactly like that. You just don’t want to see it.”

“We have an agreement. Should he be signed, I will get all of his advance.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t Calipop offer him a deal and he turned it down?”

I let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes.”

“And also, Persistent records?”

“Your point?”

“The point is he’s waiting on these big-name labels instead of taking a chance with an independent. This is something you know, yet you don’t stand up for it.”

She’s so fucking right, and I hate it. “Eat your salad before it gets cold,” I bark.

“Bitch, it’s a fucking salad. What other temp would it be?”

We look at each other and laugh.

“Look, I know I’m brash and you have a great plan for him, but I don’t want to see you get hurt by all of this. Your hurt turns into anger and then we both ask your fine-ass boss to bail us out of jail because we done rolled up on Corny. I’m only looking out for you.”

“Thanks sis. I appreciate it. I know it seems challenging, but it isn't. Carter made sure that when Cornelius signed with CAJ Entertainment, I wouldn’t be stiffed should a label, any label, sign him. Carter’s always watching out for my ass.”

“Mmph, I’d like to watch his ass walk across my living room naked,” she adds crassly.

We both laugh at her lust for my boss. What can I say? The man is fine. And since he got married, he is even more fine…if that’s possible. Tiffany must be doing it all right.

My text alerts go off and it’s, Cornelius, my boyfriend.

Cornelius: Hey baby. I got some good news today.

Me: Really? What?

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