Austin Mahone is notorious for the countless women he has coming and going from his penthouse. Every night there's someone new. He wants nothing more than for one to stay, but they never do. Until she changed everything.
*Warning: Contains sexual co...
But here's an update even though I feel like shit and probably look it too.
What time is it where you are? I'm curious of the time zones. At the time of publishing this its 4:16 pm where I live.
55. Austin.
"I'm so bored" I huff, plopping down on the bed next to Trish.
"I'm sorry Love" She runs a hand through my hair "Next time ask to go with your girlfriend" She chuckles.
"I couldn't" I shrug "She left before I came back"
"Well when she finally moves in with you, you'll be able to see her everyday" She raises her eyebrows in a suggestive manner and I sigh.
"I'm worried she's not going to want to though"
"She will want to, that place is amazing"
"Yeah, I picked it out because I knew she'd love it and that's all I want but it's not very close to her bakery so I don't know how she's going to react" I frown.
"If she's going to turn you down because of her job then she doesn't love you" Trish shrugs.
"That's not true" I shake my head and Trish clicks her tongue.
"I know, I just wanted you to feel better when she says yes" She say and I roll my eyes.
"Are you keeping this place or am I going through with selling it? It's up to you" I mumble, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling.
"I don't know" She shakes her head.
"So, you're keeping it" I chuckle, getting off of her bed "It's yours" I grin, walking out of her room and into mine. I pick up my phone, seeing I have a message from Rosa.
From: Rosa
Ups! Ten obraz nie jest zgodny z naszymi wytycznymi. Aby kontynuować, spróbuj go usunąć lub użyć innego.
You're welcome😉
To: Rosa Stop doing that!
From: Rosa Really?
To: Rosa No keep doing it
From: Rosa That's what I thought. But anyways, call her she misses you and whatnot
To: Rosa Then why hasn't she called me?
From: Rosa I don't know, that bitch is complicated
I chuckle to myself and dial Rowan's number, holding the phone up to my ear. It rings for about 20 seconds when Rowan finally picks up, her voice tired.
"Hi" She yawns.
"Hi Baby, how are you?" I ask, laying back on my empty bed.
