Billionaire Flawed 2(83)

“You didn’t need to sleep with me to ask me for tickets,” he said, in a more serious tone than I should have liked.

“No, I slept with you because I like you, and you’re the first person that let me be the center of attention for once. I asked for tickets because I thought we could meet up afterward and do this again,” I smiled in a coy manner.

“I think I have just the thing,” he said.

“Oh, and is the bassist available,” I asked.



4.

He seemed to be showing off; he got Liddy and me into his private box along with his managers. I felt incredibly out of place; I wore something a little bit slinky while everyone else seemed to be wearing suits or nice dresses.

While the concert progressed, I made polite conversation with many of the people. They were all quite nice, and wished me well, asking me how I knew Aiden and the band. While I wasn’t entirely honest with how I knew Aiden, I was still nice and answered all the questions they had.

It was another fantastic show, just like last night, and I made my way backstage with Liddy in tow as soon as it was all over. I was starting to come out of my shell a little.

“Lela, you made it!” I heard, as soon as we entered the green room backstage.

It was the same as it was the previous night, but now, there were more unfamiliar faces contending for the affection of the band members. I don’t think any of the guys minded in the slightest.

“You remember Liddy, I hope,” I said.

“Bruce, do you remember Liddy,” Aiden said, looking over at his bassist.

“How could I forget,” Bruce replied.

I had never seen it before, but Liddy blushed. I giggled as she hopped away.

Aiden excused himself from the girls that surrounded him and met me back on the balcony again. It wasn’t as empty as it was yesterday but it was quiet compared to the cramped room.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Aiden asked.

I nodded.

He laughed.

“Still staying so quiet today. Well, you weren’t so quiet earlier today.”

I smiled and beckoned him closer.

“I’d be louder if we could find somewhere private,” I said while biting my lip.

He perked up.

“I’m ready to leave. I’ll call the driver-“

“Aiden!?”

A shout echoed through the backstage room; it was somewhat unfamiliar.

“Aiden, get your ass out here, we need to talk.”

I could see Greg, his manager filtering into view. Aiden excused himself and went back inside to greet him.

They had chatted for a moment before Aiden pointed toward the balcony. When they came out, I could feel Greg’s rage. He was a gruff and professional looking man. His slick hair and trendy suit were hiding a prudent businessman.

“Everyone off the balcony except her,” he shouted.

Even the bigger roadies looked scared of him, and they pushed past to get inside in a hurry.

“Are you going to explain this, Aiden,” Greg said, holding up Aiden’s camera.

“I was out and about taking photos today, I do that in every town, how is it any different this time?” he replied.

I stayed silent, watching the two of them, and wondering why they might need me here.

“This, right here, this is why it’s different,” he turned on the camera and started playing a video. It was the two of us, making love on the beach. The camera must have accidently turned on when he dropped it in the sand, and it captured everything.

I backed away a bit, trying to avoid being seen, but there was nowhere to hide.

“What are you trying to say, Greg? Did we do something wrong or are you just here to give tips,” Aiden added with a chuckle.

Greg wasn’t having any of it.

“Listen, Aiden, have you ever seen a celebrity sex tape get leaked to the public? A person in your station shouldn’t be seen having sex with someone like her. This would drag you down if it got out.”

Aiden wasn’t laughing anymore.

“What do you mean, ‘someone like her’?” he asked.

It looked like he was about to mention my skin tone, I was used to people talking down at me because of my darker skin, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

“I’m talking about some local slut that is just after you for your money. I bet she set this up to record you two so she could blackmail you for it.”

Aiden clenched his teeth, attempting to hold back his frustration.

“Greg, you’re a good manager. You helped make me famous, and I think you for that.” Aiden said. “But don’t think for one second that you can talk about the company that I keep like that.”

That shut him up; Greg might have been the brains, but he certainly wasn’t the face, and he knew that he wouldn’t make a dime if he got fired.