My Rockstar Billionaire 2 (Billionaire Romance 2)

My Rockstar Billionaire 2

Amy
Aday

Summary:

After an unforgettable time with mysterious, passionate Ricky,
curvy Belle tries to move on from her hot vacation tryst with this seemingly perfect man. She struggles to return to reality and put out of her mind the best time she’s ever had in her life. Was he too good to be true? Trusting anyone, let alone such a mystery like Ricky is a big issue, especially as she’s still recovering from her failed relationship from her chronic cheater ex-boyfriend.

But Ricky cannot get her out of his mind. He has other plans for her and won’t let her go that easily. Their intense passion and obsession for each other reunites them. She finally discovers his shocking big secret but is it too much for him or her to bear? They’re worlds apart, but can they learn to let go and trust each other? 

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My Rockstar Billionaire
2

Amy
Aday

Sitting
on the plane, I finally have a moment to rest. My mind immediately wanders to him. The last few hours I was too busy running around to catch my flight back from my work press trip in the Dominican Republic. But sitting here now, all I could think about was his stunningly handsome face, his killer smile, perfect body and sultry voice.

I try to divert my thoughts to the flight attendant who is giving us safety instructions. It's no use. My mind fixates and only wants to remember those perfect moments together on the beach, in his private villa, and in that sexy local nightclub.

It feels like it could be all a strange dream. After all, I'm just an average girl. A little too curvy, but your basic American 22-year-old girl trying to figure out life while living in the US. As an aspiring writer, I took on many jobs in freelance as well as my latest assignment in travel writing. And that's how I met Ricky.

The plane slowly starts moving on the runway. I look out the window at the lush, tropical paradise that I'm leaving. But all I can see is his beautiful face.

I chide myself. I knew it was just a fun vacation fling. It could not be anything else. The fresh scars of my past relationship with that cheating bastard still plague me. After years of broken trust, and finally discovering one day that you can't count on your so-called best friend anymore, and it was all lies…well, it's obvious I need some time away from a relationship.

And Ricky. Mysterious, painfully beautiful, incredibly talented and charismatic Ricky. For the rest of the flight, I try to think logically with my head but I can't escape those amazing visions and moments that we spent together this week.

No expectations. We made a pact, a promise that we would simply enjoy our getaway and once-in-a-lifetime private moments together. And so, I didn't give him my contact information and I don't expect that we'll ever see each other again.

That thought stops me cold. My heart gets inexplicably heavy and the sadness washes over me as I stare out the airplane window. I try to think only of those passionate, perfect moments with him or better yet, to think of something else completely, but my mind will not stop replaying the endless loop of his sweet memory. The heart-stopping way he smiled at me, his sexy stare, smooth voice, perfect touch and moves. Every thought made me feel weak and a little crazy.

I fall asleep on the plane, vaguely aware that my mind is going a million miles a minute thinking only of him. I awaken once or twice, but force myself back to sleep. I just want the flight to go as fast as possible and to get home already. Although I had the most wonderful time, like a surreal dream come true, now it feels like torture to rip myself away from him and come back to my cold reality.

I remind myself that I really am excited to see my best friend and roommate, Julia. She has been my rock, my source of strength through the trauma of my breakup with Mike. But for some reason, I decide not to tell her about my tryst with Ricky. I can barely process it myself.

And why was he so mysterious? Clearly, he's well-off, gorgeous and talented. He has a manager and driver, and probably a slew of other help. My latest theories are that he is an international model or maybe a trust fund baby from a rich family. I giggle to myself. Then I look down, reminding myself that maybe none of it really matters. I won't be seeing him again anyway.

Now I wonder if it was a good idea at all. He gave me one of the best weeks I've ever had, and maybe it was helpful to forget about Mike for the time being. Let loose and have fun, as Julia always pushes me to do lately.

But now the thoughts torture me. The once exciting anticipation of being near him is now replaced with the bittersweet sorrow of a memory in the past. Great, now I have two men to forget about. I roll my eyes at myself. Maybe I just need some alone time with myself for once. I should focus on myself and my career, and forget the nonsense and heartbreak that comes with men, flings and relationships.

Finally, my plane lands. I quickly gather my things and try to put on a smile before I see my roommate. After getting out of the plane and picking up my luggage, I step out on the curb to look for Julia. Before I get a chance to text her again, I look up and see her car pull up.

"Hi!” I wave excitedly to her. “I missed you! Oh and thanks again for picking me up!" I say with a huge smile as I run up for a hug. She flashes me a giant smile and looks so happy to see me. It warms my heart. God, I missed her!

"Hey! Look at you! Wow, you look gorgeous – you're positively glowing! You got some nice color," she says with a grin. She quickly helps me put my luggage in the car before we hop in to go home.

"So…tell me all about your trip! Was the Dominican Republic gorgeous? Oh wait…more importantly, did you
meet
anybody?" She beams at me with a sly grin. She laughs at herself as she shoots me a quick look as she's driving. "Any hot Dominicans or tourist cuties?"

I look at her with a huge smile and roll my eyes. "Yeah, because that's what I normally would do. Not like I was there for a work trip or anything."

"Oh come on now! You know I'm just playing with you. But really, no cute guys? Honey, I think it's time you've moved on. You deserve so much better than that cheating prick loser."

I half smile to Julia. I appreciate what she's saying and value her friendship so much. "Oh Julia, I don't know what I'd do without you. Yes I know, you're just thinking of me. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I just need a little time."

I try to give her a smile, then look away and out the car window. We're on our way back home to our apartment. It seems so incredibly far away from the tropical utopia I just left only a few hours ago. I still can't stop thinking of him.
Get a grip!
I try hard to brush the persistent thoughts and sadness away.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" Julia asks me with a quizzical look. I try to give her a reassuring but dismissive nod. “Of course.”

"Okay, you know I just worry about you. I know you've been with Mike for a really long time. But nobody knew what a lying cheater he was. He’s a selfish, horrible person and you don’t deserve that. You know it’s not your fault. It's just a shame you guys were together for so long. Well…look, I don't mean to bring it up again. It just so not your fault and you deserve so much better."

I nod quietly in agreement. We drive the rest of the way in relative silence. She flips on the radio for some nice background music. I try to distract myself with thoughts of what I need to do today and this week, trying so hard to push thoughts of Ricky away. Looks like it won't be so easy.

"You know, Jack has been asking about you," Julia says to me nonchalantly with a mischievous smile. Jack is one of her work colleagues that she hangs out with along with a small group of coworkers sometimes. She told me on numerous occasions that he has a crush on me.

"Oh he has, has he?" I kid with Julia, but she knows that I’m not interested. He is a sweet guy, and a good looking one as well, but I guess I just am not looking for anything now.

"Oh why won't you give it a shot? Let me set you up with Jack…or maybe someone else? I think it's time you move on from Mike," Julia says. I raise an eyebrow and shoot a look at her, trying not to be annoyed by her persistent demands.

"You know I think he's sweet. And really, I'm fine. I'm just not in dating mode at all right now. But thank you." I try to sweetly but firmly push her off. "I just need some time, that's all. Why are you pushing so hard now anyway?"

She pauses for a moment. "Okay. The thing is…Mike has called over the apartment a couple of times while you were gone." I purse my lips and narrow my eyes, but listen attentively. "Oh? Why is he calling? What the hell does he want?"

"He was looking for you and wanted to talk to you. Turns out that the girl he was ‘dating’ left him for another guy. I think she was cheating on him and just dumped his ass," Julia explains. She rolls her eyes and shrugs as she drives. "I told him that you were very busy and were not interested in talking to him. And that was just too damn bad for him. I mean, what nerve! Ugh, what a jackass! I'm so angry for you."

My face immediately flushes with white-hot anger. I dated Mike for three years, and knew he was getting ready to propose. My world turned upside down when I finally learned one day that he cheated on me. And not just once either. He cheated on me at least half a dozen times in our relationship. That I knew of anyway.

It was as if we weren't in any kind of real relationship at all. For some reason, I instinctively had my doubts about marrying him. But I was genuinely shocked at the news that my so-called ‘best friend’ and soon to be fiancé turned out to be someone else completely. Someone that I didn't know at all. It was all a big act. While it's been weeks, I'm still trying to process the devastating hurt, pain and the huge betrayal of trust.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I was so annoyed when I heard his voice, I just wanted to slam down the phone for you. But he insisted and told me what was going on, so I could pass you the message. I did curse him out and tell him never to call again though. So hopefully, he'll butt out. Assclown."

"That's okay, Julia. Listen, let's just talk about something else. It's been a long week. It'll be nice to get back to our apartment. Maybe we can have a movie night with some wine and girl talk like the old days." I try to smile in halfhearted enthusiasm. I am truly tired of being sad and angry. The weeks have been difficult and I'm trying my best to move on with the help of my best friend.

"That's a great idea! There's a bunch of stuff on Netflix I wanted to watch. And I’ve already picked up the wine! It’ll be an epic girl’s night in with lots of catching up to do," Julia grins, looking thankful that we've changed the subject. We finally arrived at our apartment and take a little time to unload and get settled back in.

Wow, it does feel good to be home. As much as I love traveling, there is always comfort and happiness in coming back home to where your heart is. My heart is always in my family and friends, like Julia.

But this time, my relief to be home was interlaced with a lingering sadness that I just couldn't shake. I try to console myself. Supposedly, time heals everything. So maybe I just need a little time.

My inner voice speaks up. Time from who? Do you mean time from Mike and that waste of a three-year relationship? Or time away from smoking hot, mysterious Ricky? My insides tighten up as I start to get a little more frustrated.

But soon Julia hands me a glass of wine and we start our catching up on our private girl’s night in. After getting comfortable and enjoying a few glasses of wine with my best friend, I realize that's exactly just what I needed. We make some popcorn and then just veg out in front of the TV while we talk and laugh the next few hours. Eventually, it's time to turn in as it’s a work night for Julia. Luckily for me, I have a little time to unpack and unwind.

The next day I wake to my homey, sunny bedroom. In stark contrast, I have an immediate heavy sense of sadness at the start of my morning. And suddenly I remember that I dreamt of Ricky last night. The dreamy thoughts are beautiful and perfect -- clips of the memories of his hot touch, my intense feelings, and all the things that he said to me.