Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,53
beer,” Daniel tells her.
She looks down at me. “Screwdriver,” I say, unsure of why we’re drinking so soon after breakfast.
When she walks away, Daniel places his head in his hands, his elbows resting on the table. He rubs them over his head, looking stressed.
“What’s going on, Daniel? I mean, I know we’ve had a few people come up to us, but that’s nothing compared to how things are going to be.”
He looks at me and his eyes are bloodshot from rubbing them. “We’re supposed to be staying quiet about our relationship. Now those photos will probably be splashed all over social media,” he points out.
Oh. I didn’t think of that. Almost on cue, my phone rings and I pull it out of my back pocket to see Van’s name flashing on the screen. I show Daniel the screen so he’ll know to keep quiet.
“Hello?”
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, mouthing the words thank you as the bartender puts my drink in front of me.
“Lane was just sitting here fucking with his phone and he found a picture of you and Daniel together. Someone tagged it with the band’s name. Are you guys messing around again?”
I roll my eyes. “No, we’re friends, Van. We’re having a meeting. That’s it.”
“A meeting? Does the rest of the band need to attend this meeting?” The way he says it annoys me. He obviously doesn’t trust me.
“No, Van, it’s nothing like that. We’re just talking about the tour and what he’ll be doing for the band while we’re gone. It’s cool.”
“All right, I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay. I know I probably sound like a jealous ex-boyfriend or something, but that’s not it at all, okay?”
“Sure, Van. I’ll see you at the show tonight.” I hang up the phone and slip it back into my pocket.
“So am I allowed to go to the show?”
“Of course. Please come. And now that the band knows we’re cool, we can be seen together without raising suspicion.”
We have our drinks and only stay long enough for the small crowd to disperse. We leave the bar and walk through town and go in and out of stores. We browse books, antiques, and random stores that sell body jewelry, records, and music merch. I find a cute silver bracelet with sparkly black beads but put it back down, not wanting to spend more until I’m actually making money. We leave the store ready to end our day. It’s going on 5 p.m. and I need to get ready for the show.
When we walk out, Daniel pulls me back by my hand. “I saw you looking at this and thought you’d like it,” he says, pulling the bracelet out of his pocket.
I gasp. “Did you steal this?” I ask, taking it from him. It’s not in a bag or anything, so what else am I supposed to think?
He laughs and takes it back. “No, I paid when you weren’t looking.” He places it on my wrist and clasps it.
I hold it out and turn it from side to side, watching as the sun causes the beads to sparkle. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.” I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’ll wear it always,” I promise. And I mean it.
Hours later, I’m backstage putting all the finishing touches on my face when I get a text from Daniel saying he’s here but security won’t let him back. I slip out of my private dressing room to get him.
I find him arguing with the security guard and wave him back.
“Are you sure?” the man asks. I smile and nod and he finally allows Daniel to join me.
“They’ve got this place locked up tighter than Fort Knox,” he jokes as he follows me back to my dressing room.
I laugh but open the door, allowing him to walk in ahead of me. He takes in the room, which is rather nice. There are flowers on the table and a tray of food sits next to a bowl with iced-down water bottles in it.
“Where’s the rest of the band?”
“Boys get one, girls get the other. Lucky for me, I’m the only girl,” I say, leaning in to kiss him. As it often goes when we kiss, one thing leads to another and I find myself held against a wall while he pumps in and out of me. My breathing is loud and labored, with soft moans slipping past my lips as he pushes me to the brink of