Billionaire Flawed 2(80)

That explained quite a lot in my mind, Liddy didn’t mind using herself to get what she wanted, and I suppose this was no different.

“So how did you get yours,” he asked.

“Liddy had two, so she gave me one. We’ve been best friends since 2nd grade, so she didn’t even have a second thought about whom to give it to.”

“She got two from that scumbag manager? She must’ve done some pretty crazy things to get a second one.”

I giggled, but I also felt a little sad about how badly she must’ve wanted to get a second pass, and here I was wasting it on this balcony. But, I couldn’t help but wonder what she did to get it.

“Okay, I need to change the subject. Thinking about Greg sleeping with anyone is killing my brain.”

I giggled.

“What do you do when you’re not performing,” I asked.

“Oh, that,” he said, flashing me a big smile, “I like a lot of things. But, the thing I like to do most is photography. It’s really convenient for me since I can take my camera with me anywhere, and I get to visit some places that most people only dream of.”

He looked really excited.

“I suppose you probably knew that from the fan club website, though.”

I shook my head no.

“Back to not talking again, eh?”

“Sorry, I don’t really talk to a lot of new people, let alone rock stars. You’re a bit out of my league.”

He laughed at the thought.

“You think you feel overwhelmed by me? I’m just amazed that 20,000 people want to show up and listen to me play, that’s overwhelming. I’m not out of your league. If anything, I’m in just the right place.”

“No way, I’m sure you’ve been hit by the celebrity bug. Haven’t you met some other people that you admire and felt awestruck? Don’t say it never happened.”

He bellowed a laugh. But, his moment of silence that followed let me know that I was right.

“I’ve been bitten by the bug, alright. You don’t grow up in the middle of nowhere expecting to meet your inspiration. I must admit that I melted a bit when I met Robert Plant and James Hetfield.”

I gasped at the name dropping; those were a couple of my celebrity crushes as well, although they were still a bit too old for me to consider anything dirty.

“So, if you were to go out for a walk with them now, would they still be out of your league? You’re probably just as famous.”

He thought about it for a second before he answered.

“I guess fans spending time with their idols will always be overwhelming, but you shouldn’t feel that way with me. Sure, I might get paid doing what I love, but I’m nothing too special. You’d be able to tell that if you spent a day with me.”

A sudden flash of interest flashed into my head, and I didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity to prove someone wrong.

“Well then prove it; I want to see a humble rock star walking around town and being normal. Let’s take a walk around the town and you can photograph all the sights, and I’ll even show you some you won’t see in a travel book. I’ll even be your model for the day,” I said with a sudden surge of boldness and my cutest smile.

I wondered why I said it; it seemed so out of character. Here I was, asking a rockstar out of on date in a rather odd way. I hardly recognized myself.

Aiden looked taken aback, as though he’d never been talked to in such a manner, at least in recent memory. He stood up tall, straightened his shirt, and held out his hand.

“Very well, miss-“

“Lela,” I added.

He nodded.

“Very well, Miss Lela, I have a concert tomorrow evening so we’ll make a morning of it. I’ll send a cab for you in the morning, and you can be my model.”

I took his hand and shook it, my palms were sweating, and that feeling of faintness rushed back to the forefront of my head. I had a date with Aiden.



3.

“You must be joking,” Liddy said in the cab ride home, “you’re going on a date with the lead singer? That’s the best news I’ve ever heard! I’m super jealous.”

She really did like to talk.

“This is perfect! You can get him to set me up with his bassist, that dark hair of his gets me wet all over, Ooh and those muscles are screaming for some lovin’.”

I felt incredibly embarrassed being in the same cab as her; I could tell the driver was getting a good laugh out of it, as well. Thankfully we were near our apartment, and I could do my best to forget my embarrassment.

Dragging Liddy up the stairs, while she continued working her mouth, was a tedious chore. But, I loved her like a sister and wanted nothing but the best for her. So, even after she spent another twenty minutes making sure her stomach was empty; I made sure she found herself asleep in her bed.