Page 97 of The Bitter Words

Because she keeps texting me about how she’s gonna make my birthday up to me somehow. She messaged not long ago that I’ll be thanking her when she does. I pick up my phone and send her a text.

Me:What are your plans tonight? Can we FaceTime after the concert is over? I wanna celebrate my birthday with you.

I wait a few moments and nothing comes through. Bren’s still talking to whoever is on the other line. It’s her. I feel it in my bones.

She’s no longer working on her show, so she’s always available. I run through the last day Leon popped up and she was with me.

When she asked him what he meant by saying I was even better than my pops, Leon made some excuse about my music career.

He said I sang better and if I put in the work, I would exceed all expectations. He told her he needed me to do a bunch of extra press so she should go home after she got her tattoos.

The motherfucker knew I had an appointment and was taking her to get one. He told her before I could.

I still don’t know how he knows everything I’m doing, but when I find out, I swear the most brutal revenge will take place.

Bren scratches his head. “I’ll leave an envelope with the key inside at the desk and they’ll give it to you once you get here.”

My adrenaline surges. She’s gonna show up here tonight at the hotel. Not the venue, but here.

It makes sense she wouldn’t go to the show but come here instead because Leon told her I needed to focus on getting to the next level and she was a distraction. He even noted the fight she got into with Zara.

Therefore, Livianna wouldn’t be allowed to visit me anymore at any concerts. Not until we were able to carry a full headlining tour around multiple countries and Zara’s band was off the lineup as the opening act.

A headlining tour for a relatively new band across differentcontinents is basically unheard of, but he assured Livianna with his reach, influence, and power, he could make it happen.

Hell, we were already booking new gigs as the main act in cities all over, but now things are really picking up.

He told her if she trusted him and followed his instructions, Mayhem would be the biggest rock band to hit the ground since Guns N’ Roses. She agreed with his explanation and promised me it wouldn’t affect our relationship.

She left before our gig that night. It was devastating to me and I still haven’t recovered.

I wanna see her, so I try to process how sneaking her into my room tonight can work. Leon won’t know she’s here, so it could happen. I just have to tell Bren not to let anyone know.

Fucking hell, I miss her so damn much. How can I help make this occur? One thing is for sure. Leon can’t find out about it.

Bren hangs up and finds his shirt. “We’re coming back here to party once we’re done, right?”

“Yeah.” I push my laptop away and rest back against the chair. “What time is she getting in?”

“Who?” Bren stops mid-action and stares at me.

“Livianna. She’s coming here tonight.” My phone chimes with an incoming message.

Lily:You can count on celebrating with me soon. I’ll be sure to connect once you’re comfortable in your bed.

Me:Good, I wanna feel like you’re in my arms as I close my eyes.

Lily:Callum, it’ll be better than that. It’ll be like you’re falling asleep inside me.

Me:Don’t tease me, love.

Lily:Never. I promise you the best fantasy of your life. I’ll see you later.

Her mentioning being with me makes my dick grow. I need to be with her and show her how much I love her. Thistime away from her has proven to me she’s the only woman I’ll ever love and want.

I gaze up at Bren. “Guns, you can lie to me and tell me she’s not gonna be here, but I know she is. What time is she getting in so I know how long I’ve got up on stage before I can bolt out of there and come back here to her?”

“Ah, bro. Don’t tell her you figured it out. She’ll kill me.”