Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,67
is seized in my chest. I shake the memories away and get out, deciding a shower and some sleep are in order.
The next morning, I meet Calvin at the new office and Piper is there setting things up. “Hey, Daniel. How ya doing?” she asks when I walk in the door.
I nod. “Good, how are you?”
She smiles sweetly. “Wonderful. Calvin is in his office,” she says, pointing down a short hallway. I walk down the hallway and step into his office.
He’s sitting behind his desk doing something on the computer. He looks up and smiles. “Hey, man.” He stands and walks up to me to shake my hand. “Glad you made it.”
“I didn’t have anything better to do,” I confess as I sit down and he takes his seat behind his desk.
“Have you heard from her?” he asks, probably reading the sadness written on my face.
I shake my head. “Nope, and I haven’t reached out either. I think that’s kind of the point. Quitting cold turkey,” I joke.
He nods. “It’s probably for the best. Neither of you will be able to let go if you’re still in contact.”
I nod in agreement but don’t say anything because I don’t actually plan to let go. In fact, I’ve already purchased a code to watch their live show tonight from the hotel. I’ve known for a while now that I wouldn’t be letting her go, but I always told myself I was wrong or stupid, so I didn’t say anything. I love Luna and know I won’t get over her. I’ll wait for her return, and when she’s back, I’m going to tell her exactly what’s on my mind.
I help Calvin around the office for most of the day and we call it quits around 5 p.m. He invites me back to his house for dinner, but I don’t feel like I’d make for very good company right now, so I ask for a rain check, promising that tomorrow will be better. Maybe all I need is to see her, then I’ll feel more like myself. I get back to the hotel and take a shower before ordering dinner. I hook my laptop up to the TV and pull up the website that’s streaming the concert. I enter my access code and the countdown starts.
I eat my cheeseburger and fries while I scroll on my phone and drink beer after beer. Finally, the TV makes a noise—a beeping sound that signals the countdown is coming to an end—so I lift my head and direct my attention to the screen.
The screen that had been pitch black is now showing a dark stage. I can see what looks to be hundreds of people lined in front of the stage in the darkness. The curtain in the background moves and sways, and slowly, dark figures start making their way on stage. The guitar picks up and I hear her fingers sliding across the strings. Goosebumps pepper my skin as I wait for my first look at her.
Those first few chords turn into an opening of a song, and fire shoots into the air. At the same time, the stage lights come on, lighting up the band. There she is, center stage. She’s dressed in a cropped black lace shirt and a tight black tank top that shows just a sliver of her stomach. She’s wearing knee-high socks and her favorite worn Vans. Her hair is no longer black and purple. The purple’s been stripped out and has changed to green—a bright lime green that seems to blend perfectly into the black with a slight gray color. The camera zooms in on her face and her eyes are wide and shining, lined heavily in black. She’s wearing fake lashes that are super-long and thick, and her plump lips are a deep, dark red. She’s absolutely breathtaking. The sounds coming out of her mouth are perfectly on key, never missing a note as she belts out the song lyrics. She spins and dances around on the stage, her skirt flying up around her to show her black boyshort panties. I bite down on my bottom lip as I watch her shake her perfect ass for all to see, knowing it’s meant only for me.
They sing a total of five songs before making their way off the stage and introducing the headlining band, but I close my computer, because I have no desire to watch the other band. I only wanted to see my girl. Feeling weak, I grab