News flash: I’ll scream to the entire world that one girl only has my heart.
His eyes twitch, and he opens his mouth to argue. He shuts it and pinches the bridge of his nose. He, out of all people, should know not to push me.
“I’ll have to talk to the team about this later, so this discussion isn’t over.” He clears his throat and pushes his glasses up his nose. “You’ll then come back here and tour America and then Canada.”
I perk up in my chair. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. Canada is where she is … where I crave to be right now. Hope fills me at the thought of seeing Trin. I stay quiet as he continues to bash us with tour details, songs that we’ll sing, and cities that we’ll visit.
Everything he says goes in one ear and out the other because the only thing that’s on my mind is a certain girl who has stolen my heart and is keeping it hostage until we reunite.
* * *
I cover my eyes with a hand as the building lights flash all around me from different directions. Voices roar as I shove my way through the crowd. See, this is the thing I hate about being famous. People have no respect for your space and privacy. They thrust their expensive cameras in my face as I barge past them.
“Leo, care to share your girlfriend’s name?”
“When is the new album coming out?”
“Are you in a relationship? Is she here in LA with you?”
“Why were you in Canada, X3?”
“Look at the camera, Leo!”
“Are you in love?”
“Who’s The Girl in Black?”
Their yells are being thrown at me from everywhere. My hands shake as my lungs find it hard to take in air. I keep my eyes straight, just like Mom taught me. I don’t give them the attention they seek. If I meet their eyes, they’ll keep pushing until I want to scream. The last thing I want to do is lose my temper and be on every damn tabloid. Not only will I get unwanted attention, but the team will also be even more pissed off at me.
But as they throw questions out about Trinity to me, the anger I had bottled up rises. Deep down, I know if she’s going to be in my life, she’s going to get exposed as my girlfriend. But as her boyfriend and lover, I want to do everything to protect her from my life.
Does that include protecting her from me?
“Everyone wants to know who The Girl in Black is, Leo!” a man screams in my face as I push past him.
The buff bodyguard in front of me practically growls at him, which makes me snort. Amelia is squished behind me in a human sandwich with Elijah right behind her.
The limo that’s parked beside the curb looks miles away when I’m being suffocated by paparazzi. I grit out in frustration when we halt. I look over my bodyguard’s shoulder and find him trapped in. He pushes and shoves against the frantic bodies, who stick cameras in our direction.
He yells out, “Move right now!”
“X3, look here!”
“Leo, what do you have to say to all the heartbroken girls out there?”
I raise my hand to stick up my finger in response, but Amelia captures it right in time.
“Don’t,” she croaks and whines when she’s pushed into.
The guard’s hand shoves against the human wall of bodies. “The police are on their way!”
As the bodies skitter at the mention of police, one brave man stays.
He holds up his camera as he stares at us through the lens. “Amelia, I can’t help but notice that you’re looking on the thinner side. Are you letting yourself go?”
I feel my sister tense against my back, and she gasps quickly to herself.
I hear their screams behind me. They only motivate me more to do what I desire. Striding over to the stupid man who has a big mouth, I grasp his camera in my hand. Winding my hand up, I watch with a sneer as it smashes against the ground. Pieces of the once-expensive camera fly in the air as I grip the man’s collar.
