I toss away another music sheet for the gazillionth time. I can’t think of anything! My mind is completely blank, and I can’t come up with a theme or catchy tune, either.I can’t even ask Lora for help because we’re both practically participants. We shouldn’t be looking at each other’s pieces like we used to do when we had homework. Not that she would mind, but she hasn’t come up with anything yet. She’s probably in her room right now, scratching her head over a pile of crumpled papers on the floor, too.This was the time I usually asked Kristoff. He didn’t care if we were contenders and always helped me. He was never interested in winning any of it. Even though it was late at night, I would usually call him.I’d call him whenever I was down. He would give
“I thought we were going to your place,” I remark casually. We’re now sitting in the same private dining room at Le Papillon. I eat another small bite of my chicken fricassee. “But the food here is delicious, so it doesn’t really matter.” “I figured you were hungry, and cooking takes time.” He eats some of his food and sips his red wine. “Besides, I’m sure you enjoy the truffles here. I found it rather amusing to see you indulge in that sweet. I’d like to see it again.” He looks at the remaining chocolate on the table. I nearly choked. “What?” He chuckles. “Never mind, precious. We’re still going to my place after this. I can’t let you go home just yet, or would you prefer I drive you home?” “No!” I utter. “Please, I’ll go with you. We never got a chance to talk abou
“We keep bumping into each other these days, Jules. Now I’m curious if you’re following me.” Stella smiles flirtatiously, flaunting her luxury handbag and a huge diamond stone ring on her finger. Bumping into each other? So this isn’t the first time they’ve crossed paths. That, however, is not surprising. Julian is under no obligation to tell me about it, either. “Stella,” Julian says sternly, then shifts his gaze to her date. “And Director Matt Johnson.” “Julian Sebastian,” the guy says. “I’m surprised to see you still coming here.” “Well, I don’t recall being blacklisted from coming here, considering I’ve done nothing wrong.” Matt laughs mockingly. “It’s been a long time.”
“Stella and I were together for eight years,” Julian says, which is a surprising way to start. “I met her in college, but she was already signed to a small label. She had been singing in bars and at parties for some time, but she had never quite found the success she sought. I helped her write a few songs until she eventually released her first successful album. She was twenty-three, just like you.”“Eight years is a very long time,” I state pointedly. “You’ve shared much of your lives and grown and dreamed of so much together.”Now, how can I compete with that? No wonder there was still some tension between them in the restaurant.His brows knitted together. “We did, but she turned on me. She seemed to value her career more than the relationship.”
After I’ve showered and rested for a while, Julian leads me to the grand piano by the windows, where we sit on the bench. He wants to show me how he writes music. “We don’t always compose and write about ourselves, do we?” he asks. I nod and smile. “Sometimes we write about what we see, or maybe you’re a patriot who wants to write a song about your country. There are many themes to choose from. Let’s start with using your senses. How do you feel about your surroundings right now?” “Um...” I survey the penthouse, the living area, the fireplace, the piano, and even the lights. “It’s peaceful, cozy, and dim, but not sad.” I shrug as I look out the windows. “It is still rather chilly outside because of the snow, but here it is quite warm.”
I help Julian get snacks ready. We make bread pizzas, cheese sticks, mixed fruit slices, and smoothies. Then we sit down to watch a sci-fi fantasy film. Besides romcoms, I enjoy watching this genre.“So you don’t watch romantic comedies?” I ask while the movie’s opening credits are still playing. I then shove a cheese stick into my mouth.He takes a bite of the pizza before responding. “I’ve seen some romance films for music references.”I take a moment to admire his good looks. He’s dressed in loose cream-colored sweaters that expose his bare chest and white sleep bottoms. I still can’t get over how he made love to me over the piano, and now I’m turned on all over again. It’s exhilarating.“I like r
Julian told me I’d be meeting his friend today, but I hadn’t expected to see him this early. Peter is in the living room, standing near the door, hands in his pockets. He’s polished, as expected, in his cobalt three-piece suit and roguishly brushed-up auburn hair. He is fairly nice-looking with his deep ash gray eyes and clean-shaven jaws.Julian has also already told him about us. He seems to have trusted the man as if he were a family member, making him one of his few confidantes.The two men exchange a quick brotherly hug.“Man, I was surprised when you said you were dropping by the office. You never did in a million years.”“Yet you had to come here.” Julian tucks his arms behind his back.
I get out of the car, bracing myself for whatever Kristoff will say. What brings him here so early in the morning? He never did this when we were dating. But seeing his face fuming and confused as he waits for me, my question may not matter.“I knew it was you,” he grumbles at me. “What are you doing with him? Why are you getting out of his car now?”My blood pressure begins to rise. “Excuse me?”I sense Peter getting out of the car and walking toward us. “What’s up, Kristoff?”“I’m not talking to you, Peter,” Kristoff yells, his gaze fixed on my face. “Is it him? Your new boyfriend? How did you two meet? Because of Julian?”I sigh in disbelie
When I got to bed later that night, I immediately called Julian. Damn. My feet are killing me from running around all day in heels. “How’s Kristoff doing?” I ask, my gaze fixed on the ceiling. “He’s already dozed off.” I hear a door closing in the background. “Did you guys talk?” “Yeah.” “What did you say?” “Everything. I told him everything from the start. It’s alright now. You have nothing else to be worried about.” I exhaled a sharp sigh of relief. “We should’ve done this sooner. I’m sorry because Kristoff is a good person.” “He is. He didn’t tell you even though he already knew. “Hey, don’t worry about it, and get some rest,” he says softly. I chew my bottom lip. “Thank you for today. I was late, but you waited for me.” “No. Either way, I’d still tell you about it. I should be thanking you for accepting me.” Silence. I love hearing his voice. I could fall asleep all night listening to him speak. He makes me feel as if I’m lying on clouds. “I love you so much, Julian.”
I got separated from Julian at the party when everyone surrounded him to wish him a happy birthday. I also see his parents, Rachel and Benjamin, at the corner, speaking to some guests. I realize this is my second encounter with his father, and I don’t know much about him yet. Rafael, his eldest son, bears a striking resemblance to him. I’m curious about him because I’ve already met Julian’s entire family.The party is formal, well-prepared, and obviously exclusive, as evidenced by the familiar faces—most of whom are celebrities. I’m glad I dressed appropriately tonight. Everything Dean had arranged for me had probably come from Julian. Now I just have to get used to that fact and accept that he and John Pitch are the same person. And that I’m now engaged to him. This ring on my finger proves I’m not imagining things.
When Dean arrives at the hospital, he sees me right away. His face is stricken with concern as he studies me from head to toe and then sighs when he realizes I’m fine. But whoa. I’m amazed at how he came here fast. I was just talking to him. “What are you doing here, Anya?” “It’s Kristoff. He’s had an accident. I can’t just leave him there, Dean, knowing I’m partly to blame.” “How is that your fault? Is he alright?” I nod. “He’s already awake, but he refuses to notify his parents.” Even though I know they’ll blame me, I’ll take whatever they say. “He probably thought it would just cause a stir. His parents are at the party. Don’t worry. I’ll check on him later, so we should leave now.” “What did Mr. Pitch say?” “He’ll come to see you. You can explain everything later.” I exhale a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” But Julian’s birthday, too! He could be looking for me right now. But I haven’t received a call or message from him yet, and neither has Lora. “He’s waiting, Anya, so hur
I feel my face whiten, unable to move my lips or even move at all. My mind is flooded with questions. How did he find out? Did Julian tell him? Or did he see us together? What does he think of me now?“Goddammit, Anya!” He rubs his face. Exasperated tears well up in his eyes. “Really? Julian? “Why him of all people?”“P-Please, Kris, calm down. I’ll explain.”I understand how important this is to him. I’ve known itsince the beginning. Kristoff looked up at Julian. He’s like a brother to him, someone he can rely on. But Julian and I went too far. It’s unfair that we kept it from Kristoff, but we didn’t do anything wrong. We were simply being cautious.I have to tell him. It should be done now, without hesitation. I’ll try to persuade him of my connection to Julian—everything from the beginning. We met before Whitlock, how I was chosen for the scholarship, how we met a
“How about this one?” I turn around in front of Lora while selecting a dress to wear to the signing at Sebastian Records in the afternoon today—my most awaited day. God, time flies! Oh, and tonight is Julian’s birthday party that will be held at the company.I’m wearing a Neiman Marcus royal blue asymmetric cross bandage dress and Christian Louboutin heels that were delivered to my door by my benefactor’s assistant, Jefferson ‘Dean’ Bryant. He thought I should dress nicely today, and he fully supports my newfound success. He also said he’d say something after I signed. I’m curious about what that’s all about.Lora squeals as she scans me from head to toe. “Damn, you’re hot. Hot, sexy-smart. I wish I could be there for you.”“
Anne’s laughter echoes throughout the living room after Hector finishes second in their game on my television I haven’t even used yet. Ben said it would be boring, so he brought his game console. The others are relaxing with some beverages and snacks while chatting. And I’m in the kitchen, getting another box of pizza and fried chicken. “Seriously?” Hector grumbles. “Wow, that was extreme! Now, give me your fifty dollars,” Anne brags. Ben chuckles. “I warned you, dude. You can’t force ladies these days.” “I’ll take the bet. I’m next,” Kristoff says. “Hey, me, too!” Brit yells. “Do they do this often?” I ask Lora. “Oh, yes. Usually in Hector or Ben’s place, but I hardly join.” I take a big bite of my pizza. God, I love cheese. “Then let’s join them now.” We bring the food into the living room and take a seat. “Hector, move your leg!” Give the owner some space,” Brit says as she grabs a
“So, what do you think?” Dean asks after we’ve toured an apartment on Royale Hill, two blocks from Whitlock. Since all the rents were the same, I chose the one closer to the school. “It smells expensive. It looks expensive.” It’s fully furnished and brand new. Despite the citrus air freshener, the interior still smells like leather and has glass windows. “Anya.” Dean crosses his arms, probably expecting me to say something serious. “Fine, I love it. It’s wonderful but still extravagant,” I admit bluntly. I suppose Mr. Pitch has nowhere else to put his money. What exactly is he thinking? The listing price alone scared me. Looking at it now completely overwhelms me. “You are welcome to move in whenever you want. I’ve already spoken with the lessor.”
“Rafael isn’t the type to disclose his strategies,” Julian says. “I do know that he will keep our reputation from deteriorating. Stella has a good public record, her records are selling out again this year, and fans are waiting for her new album. She made a fortune for Rafe when she gave up her stakes in her former management. Rafe will, of course, strive to keep her good image.”I close my eyes and let out a slow, deep breath to calm myself. “I’m sorry it happened to her. What are you going to do about her?”“Nothing. We were done a long time ago.” He drinks again.“But you’re still concerned about her,” I say bravely, but my voice wavering. Whatever his response, I must respect his feelings. He dumped his ex-fiancée because he bel
The silence in the penthouse is deafening when I arrive. I turn on the lights to make the room feel more alive. I haven’t heard from Julian since the morning, and he still didn’t respond to my texts or phone calls.I rush to the fridge for food because I’m starving. It’s a miracle that I’m hungry after an entire day of not eating.I grab some bread from the counter, spread it with peanut butter, and pour myself a glass of orange juice. With one bite and a gulp, relief washes over me.I go to the bathroom after eating to take a quick shower. I undress, step under the sprinkler, and then turn it on. I close my eyes and let the warm water flow over my head.I reach for the hair gel, but Julian appears unexpectedly and grabs the bottle. I stare