Once she turns her back to me, I can’t help but blurt out, “Do you like being here?”
Stopping mid-step, she turns with a frown. “Being with the band or with Leo?”
“The fame. I’m sure it’s been hard for you,” I ask because what’s the harm? I hope she doesn’t get the impression that I want to be friends.
“I’m still not used to it.” She shrugs. Shuffling on her feet, she continues, “I hate the attention, but I take that sacrifice because of the people I love.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“I try to let the good always outweigh the bad for me.” She smiles politely. “It’s really hard to think like that sometimes, but I’ve trained my mind. You should try it.”
I know she means that from the goodness of her heart … but what am I, a dog?
Seeing the look on my face, she rolls her eyes. “I know guys like you. My boyfriend used to be exactly like you. He had the sameI hate everyone in the worldattitude.”
“And?” I breathe out, amused that she’s comparing me to Leo. A guy that I’m trying to rise above.
“All you need is a good punch in the face, some common sense, and a girl or guy—whichever way you swing—to bring you back to reality.” She smiles and spins around. “Nice chat, buddy. See ya soon!”
I watch as she disappears behind the elevator doors. I’m shocked in place for a couple of seconds. I think back to our conversation.
Grabbing my coffee, I make my way toward the elevator, knowing my bandmates are waiting for me to rehearse again. When the doors open, scorching hot liquid splashes all over my hand when a girl crashes into me and nearly falls to the floor.
What the hell? Who runs out of an elevator that fast?
The girl fixes the cap on her head before it almost falls, shielding her face from me. I curse and shake my now-red hand that burns like a bitch.
“Holy shit, my fucking hand.” I flex my fingers.
The girl staggers back and mutters while placing a hand on her mouth, “Oh my God.”
The female voice sounds sweet … familiar. I reach for her cap and pull it off. Suddenly, I’m glaring into eyes that scowl at me in return.
Shaking out my sore hand, I smirk, knowing it will piss her off. “Miss Drakos, falling for me already?”
CHAPTER7
AMELIA
Why, Amelia? Why do you have to put yourself in horrible and awkward situations?
I didn’t think it was him at first—until after I spilled all his coffee on his hand. He has a beanie on, hiding his thick brown waves, which I’ve noticed multiple times. It’s hard not to, and I hate that.
Even though I find him annoying and he aggravates me more than I can even explain, I reach into my purse and hold out tissues.
“I don’t need those,” his rather tense voice grits out.
“Why are you glaring at them like I sneezed on them and I’m giving them to you? I wouldn’t give you my used tissues. God knows how much money you could make off of my DNA.” I usually stray away from being cocky, but I’m finding it hard to hold anything back when it comes to him.
If I wasn’t a strong, independent lady, I would be fearful of this man. His toned body looks like a Greek artist carved it. Well-built curves show through his black clothing. He’s very well developed. I can tell he spends a lot of his time in the gym.
His hair is so brown that it’s practically black, making my fingers itch to run through his silky locks. Not to mention, his jawline is razor-sharp, and his lips are so rosy and plump. And let’s not forget about his sleeves of tattoos. Making him look tough, untouchable. Levi Miller looks dangerous—the guy you fear your daughter will introduce you to. As much as he seems like he belongs in an underground fighting arena, Levi looks wise. Like he’s lived a thousand years but hasn’t aged. And his eyes … they’re so much greener up close.
And to make matters worse for my pounding heart, he’s wearing glasses. I don’t think glasses have ever looked so good on someone. The black frames sit perfectly on his slim nose. Making him look stupidly smart and cocky.
I’m not a liar … so I won’t downplay what I feel. He’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
Even with just black sweatpants on, a skintight Under Armour shirt, and two chains hanging from his neck.
