Billionaire Flawed 2(81)

I slept lightly that night; my head was alight with the possibility of tomorrow. Aiden seemed much nicer than I thought, he seemed to cultivate a bad boy image, and every girl wanted him, and I didn’t really feel that much different.

It was a short evening before tomorrow, and the sleep I didn’t get was already taking its toll on me. My muscles felt fatigued, and my head was pounding with a headache. Since I was awake before Liddy I thought it best that I make her some food, she always had horrible hangovers after long nights.

The one thing I would say I was good at was multitasking. While preparing the food I also found ample time to put together a bag full of fun outfits to change into if my photographer needed it.

Most of the clothes Liddy had helped me pick out, she knew what looked good on me, not that I lacked fashion sense, but I spent a lot of time in hoodies and leggings. There’s nothing wrong with being comfy, but Liddy always liked playing dress up with me, like I was her private model.

“Morning sleepy,” I said to Liddy as she stumbled out of her room, still wearing the dress she wore last night.

“Ugh,” she managed before plopping down at the table.

I was already handing her the pain medication we kept for just such emergencies.

“I have no idea what I’m doing today.”

She looked up from her bacon and realized that I wouldn’t be here long.

“You’re doing the Aiden thing, today!” she shouted, apparently forgetting for a moment that she had a killer headache.

I nodded.

Liddy sighed and held her head.

“You know, if you don’t talk much to the guy he might just run off and find someone else to play with.”

I giggled, she didn’t know what we were doing today, and then again, neither did I.

My phone rang, there was a taxi waiting for me downstairs. I started getting butterflies while thinking about meeting up with Aiden again.

“Go, GO! And don’t forget to ask about the bassist,” urged Liddy.

I nodded, took my bag full of clothes, and rushed down the stairs. I still felt it necessary to take it a bit slow, as I found myself a bit clumsy in situations like this.

The ride in the taxi was a bit longer than I thought it would be. I lived in an odd neighborhood. It was the furthest area from anywhere really interesting; so we drove downtown towards the more luxurious part of the city.

As we pulled up in the cab, I managed to make out a small gathering of people, huddled in a circle. I had a feeling that my goal was in the middle of the group.

I pressed past a few onlookers before Aiden caught my eye. He was currently taking a few selfies with some jealous fans, who made me feel more than a little uncomfortable.

“Lela!” he managed.

The crowd turned toward me as he waved, beckoning me closer.

“Hey everyone, this is my friend Lela. She’s going to be showing me around town today. Thanks for finding me out and about, just for you guys I’ll have a special signing at the coffee shop just over there in about three hours. Thank you all!”

The gathered people let out a collective sigh and a groan. He really didn’t have to do that, but it seemed to help as the crowd started to funnel away from the two of us. Of course, a few people stuck around to take last minute photographs and get an autograph or two. And soon, we were finally alone enough to talk.

“I suppose it would’ve been better if I’d worn a disguise or something,” he laughed.

I nodded with a large grin on my face. He still made me flutter a bit.

“Okay, you promised to be my model for the day, let’s see if we can get a few photos before I need to meet back here.”

He started walking in random directions through the street, stopping here and there to take a photo of an interesting contrast on the side of a building, or a photograph of some people playing in the street.

He liked to show me his shots after he took them, and I was pleased to say he had quite an eye for framing up his pictures. The only problem is that I wasn’t in any of them.

“So, where would you like me to model for you,” I asked.

“I’m still looking for the right spot. I know there’s a beach nearby, maybe there’s a nice scenic shot, there.”

I think I understood what he was looking for. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him through the street towards the beach. I knew a great spot that was gorgeous but barely anyone could get to.

For a Saturday, the beach was surprisingly empty. It was rather odd to see it so empty, but there was a hint of drum music in the air that was quite faint at first, but as we turned I could make out a street fair off in the distance.

The street fair could wait; I wanted to show off my favorite spot.

I pulled Aiden through a broken wire fence, ducking behind a series of rocks that jutted out into the ocean before coming back upon a pack of sand that looked perfectly undisturbed.