A/N: Hey there peeps, so the cover of the book is quite nice and all but for those of you who love it now, sorry. I'll be changing it real soon and I promise you it'll be something better. To all my devoted readers and commenters (@yoitsqueenz that means you *wink*) thanks a lot for the encouragement, it means a lot to me.
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Robyn's POV
What?! Did Brandon just tell me to get out of his car. Slowly and wearily I lift my eyes up to meet his and his gaze is cold a ice. No emotion to his blue eyes and his unshifting stare.
"Oh.. " I begin to say before his eyes soften and a dimple pops out on his cheeks. What could he be smirking about.
He throws his head back in a fit of laughter and I stare on confused.
"Don't.. tell me,.. you believed that. I'm literally laughing my frickin' ass off." he says between gasps of laughter.
"I was just kidding sugar, we're here." He rolls down the windows and I look out. The sight of the gates of Oriental Palace Hotel infuse a dose of relief in my aching chest.
What an asshole!
"Jerk. " I say swatting him playfully on his arm. "Still can't believe you fell for it. I should consider acting." he jokes.
"Just stick to singing and being so hot all the time Brandon." I decide to take the bold step and my cheeks flare instantly. I just complimented Brandon! I'm finally growing up. I suppress the urge to do a victory dance and compose myself.
I quickly cover my neck with my hair so he doesn't notice me blushing under the street lights as I step down from his car. The drastic difference between his heated car and this cold night are amazing and I quickly wrap myself with his jacket pulling the sleeves up to my wrists.
"Coming from you Robyn, that is high praise." Brandon does a mini curtsey and winks at my extra wide grin.
I giggle and stick my tongue out cause I'm immature like that and he let's out a small laugh. His features are so perfect I can just stand there all day looking at him... And that's what I do, until Brandon sighs. I think he noticed that I was staring but honestly it's his fault for being such... Eye candy!
"Um thanks for the ride. I'll just go in now. "
I look down at my sneakers. Notch I'm shy as hell!
"No problem Robyn," Brandon says before mouthing; "call me." and making a phone gesture to his ear.
Tee-hee, cheesy I know. I wave at him and he smirks back before driving off. Wait!
I don't have his number!
Crap, now it's just going to be me and my fans. I'm not even sure I have those anymore.
I sigh and walk into the high rise building through the detectors. There's a load of activity in the lobby and I feel invisible, like an insignificant speck swimming in the midst of influential personalities.
I sign in and take the elevator to my floor wondering what I'll spend my night doing. Probably texting, or sleeping. Or better still dreaming of Brandon...
Stop it you obsessed creep!
I chide myself hoping I don't have OCD.
To be honest I just want to go straight to my bed and never look back. I've had a long day and I'll need the rest for tomorrow.
I insert the key card into the door before hesitating a second. I can hear a voice, a familiar shrill beautiful voice in the other side of the door.
Is that mom?
Nah, she's at the all-star cook out anyways I conclude shaking off the thought. Pushing the door open I pause to take in what my eyes are seeing.
Then I wipe my eyes once, twice.
She's still there. Ronda.
Shit!
"What is she doing here?"
I say then cover my mouth. I did not want to say that aloud but she doesn't seem to notice as she smiles at me like a zombie.
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