All Chapters of The Billionaire And The Cellist : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rosalie I find myself racing down the highway in my older Audi convertible. My cello, nicknamed the Mona Lisa, sits nicely tucked into my back seat. My best friend Violet is riding shotgun as we make our way to my little sister Rebecca’s engagement party. We are late. Like really fucking late and after taking a year off to mourn my cello instructors passing, tonight will be the first night I have played. Ramon Scarpati was more than my cello teacher. He was like a grandfather to me. Though he was difficult in everything sense of the word and beyond strict, he taught me how to be the best in a world dominated by male instrumentalists. Scarpati was a legend, one that was more hidden behind secrecy and mystery. That’s what made him so cool. To hear his work was like a hidden treasure and he taught me everything

Julius The breeze through the open windows surrounding the grand ballroom flows through Rosalie’s hair and cape? as she walks passed the symphony players. They stand in acknowledgement and respect as she passes and nods to them. I’ve been to the symphony enough to know my mother has made a grave mistake in assuming she is an amateur. The organ player/conductor is on his feet to meet her and bows to kiss her hand while looking a little to deeply into her eyes. He’s a young tall man with his dark hair pulled back in a man bun. I hate him.“Why doesn’t she date him? He’s obviously in love with her.” Becca chimes in and the blonde with the purple lipstick named Violet shakes her head while drinking her champagne. I think she arrived with Rosalie.

JuliusAs soon as Rosalie finished her performance I had to go get some air. I walked out looking for a balcony. I zig zagged through the halls and bummed a cigarette and lighter off a passer by. I don’t usually smoke but tonight I needed to take a load off literally. Finally I reached the back of the venue and found two huge wooden doors. I pushed the heavy doors open and found a secluded balcony and fresh air. I was lost in my thoughts. Reflecting on my life. To the world of social media I’ve been given the name of playboy billionaire. I have more money and women then most men can only dream of. Yesterday I did a photoshoot with GQ magazine to be featured as one of the worlds sexiest bachelors. My family has always gained attention in the public eye for our wealth

Julius We run to the balcony doors while the lightning and rain start pouring down. I go for the handle. “It’s locked!” I yell to Rosalie over the wind. She tries the handle too. Nothing. We bang on the doors hoping someone will hear us. With as far back as this balcony is plus the thick wooden doors, it’s not likely anyone can hear us. Suddenly, Rosalie starts kicking the door. I like her style, but it would take an elephant to knock these doors down. “Heeeeelp!!” She gives up and starts yelling over the balcony. My phone has no reception and as I try making an unsuccessful call for help to unlock

Julius When the twins told Rosalie about my billionaire playboy status I wanted to puke. I’ve never been ashamed of it until now because I knew it wouldn’t impress her in the slightest. I never cared before but after meeting her, something is starting to change in me and it is both terrifying and exhilarating. Tonight has been a whirlwind of emotions and I need to step back and access. I hated how we left things, with Rosalie friend zoning me again and pretty much spelling out that she’s not interested. But even she can’t deny our chemistry and that kiss of death. I haven’t pursued a woman in a long time and she’s about to break my stride. She wants to be friends? I’ll go with it. Just to be close to her. I walk in after putting her cello in the