Deceived by love

Epilogue

(The photo is how I imagine Grace and Rhett to look <3)

Authors Note: This story is about Rhett and Grace BOTH but they don't meet until chapter 9 (I believe I don't fully remember. BUT both this Epilogue is to show what the story is going to be about and there's a BIG cliff hanger in Rhett's POV that won't be revealed until he meets grace!

Both Rhett's POV IS CURRENT and Grace's POV is MONTHSS before the events happening in Chapter 1 and continuing. Rhett doesn't know Grace exists yet in the epilogue. Everything in the epilogue WILL come to light through out the story and I really hope it keeps you interested!

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Rhett's POV:

"Isn't there a way you can get rid of all of this?" I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back into my chair. "It's not our fault you got yourself dragged into this mess! What happened to keeping a good image for your band?" My manager Steve was now towering over me from the other side of the table. I had to admit he was a very intimidating man but I wasn't going to let him intimidate me. 

"Trust me, the girls love the bad boy look. I'm the lead singer of ending tuesday's, I can get away with anything." I shot back amazed at my own sudden confidence. "Fine, whatever you say. But you might not get away with being framed for this crime.  If you think you can deal with it, I will just make sure it stays out of the press." Steve said as he exited the room.

"That's the best idea you've had in your whole career of being a manager!" I laughed, standing up now to follow him out of the room. I check my phone for the time that told me I had three hours to deal with this until I had to be back to record tonight.

I grabbed my sunglasses and keys and headed out the door. I walked down the hallway to try and not run into anybody so they wouldn't ask questions. 

Where is the rest of my band? I swear they have all given up on me because 'I've changed'. Which I have but in my opinion it is for the better.

Finally arriving to the parking garage I hopped in my car and pulled up my GPS that showed a 45 minute commute. 'Great' i thought 'I will barely make it back in time'. Deciding to go ahead with my plan, I started my car and drove as fast as I could to my destination weaving through cars, that are just not going fast enough. L.A traffic is the worst, all it takes is one unexperienced driver and it's backed up for miles. 

Turning my radio down I pulled up to a cabin in this wooded area, I didn't even know L.A had trees like these. Pulling down my visor I checked my reflection, I fixed my hair and grabbed my keys before stepping out of the car. I quietly shut my car door behind me and made my way up the stairs.

I could feel my heart beating through my chest as the nerves started to incline as I walked up to the door. I paused looking at the door, 'is it too late to back out?' 'I really shouldn't be here.' I thought to myself. Before I knew it I heard the stairs creak as I stepped up on them. I was hesitant to knock on the door. I had to, I needed to clear my name, nobody can do it for me, it's something I have to do myself.

 I lifted up my hand to knock but before I could the door swung open revealing a tall old man, he was tall enough to tower over me and I was six foot. His breath smelt as if he hasn't brushed his teeth in years. The hair that he had left was grey. He stood in front of me more amused to see me than shocked. 

The fumes from the house hit my face and ultimately sent me into a state of shock. "I've been expecting you." The man grabbed my arm and pulled me in. "Ouch! Watch yourself" I warned him falling into the house.

I quickly picked myself back up and brushed off my leather jacket and pushed my hair out of my face. "What the hell was that for!" I demanded getting in his face.