Strung (Rock & Romance I.)

Chapter 40. - Uncertain

A/N: Welcome back! This chapter is dedicated to Nessie_ohemeng - Thank you for the love on the stories!

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*London*

Four. I've had four more days to try and spend with Lukas before the tour. I felt the days tick by as if they were a bomb strapped to my chest, that could go off if I wasn't looking. I was running out of time. Kicking all inhibitions to the side, I was the one who called him this time.

He picked up on the fourth ring, sounding out of breath. "Medellin, dear. What can I do for you?"

The teasing tone of his voice brought an instant smile on my face. "The question is, what can I do? I want to see you today."

"With our without clothes on?"

I bit down on my lower lip, my heartbeat kicking up a notch. "Preferably in that order. But I'll take what I can get."

Last night, my outing with Jesse went without a hitch. Behind the privacy of the gates, there were no photographers, and the party was discreet too - already crawling with celebrities who wanted to spend a night enjoying themselves, away from the spotlight. The incident-free event gave me the kick in the butt I needed to repress the urge to stay hidden away.

"Hmm." Lukas hummed, the sound sending shivers down my spine in the most delicious way possible. "I like the way you're thinking. I'll pick you up at six."

"See you then." I whispered, my throat closing in as I held back the other three words I wanted to say to him. This wasn't the time! I reminded myself. "Have a good practice."

"See you then, Salvador." I lowered the device from my ear and was just about to hang up when I heard him add. "Oh and-" I lifted my phone again. "-wear something sexy for me."

I laughed, before pushing the red button that disconnected our call. I wanted to tease him, and thought about putting on my old, ratty sweatpants and my high school PE shirt - but then thought better of it.

He was Lukas fucking LaBelle. And tonight, I was going to make him forget his own name.

Still grinning from ear to ear like a lovesick fool, I lifted my phone once more, dialing the only person I knew would be able to help me with this. And she answered on the first ring. "Callie, I need you to find me the sexiest piece of lingerie that ever existed."

My best friend basically giggled in delight. "Oh, London! You can't imagine how long I've been waiting for you to say that!" Callie sighed. "I'll be over in an hour. Get ready to break some hearts tonight!"

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With Callie's help, I transformed into a butterfly - quite literally. The lingerie she picked out was royal blue with canary yellow mixed in it. And while I had my doubts initially, the colors perfectly complimented my features and the bodice hugged me in all the right places, shaping my body to look curvier and more feminine. The high-waisted thong made my legs appear longer, and I felt like a goddess when I looked in the mirror.

She stayed long enough to apply a little makeup on me, and after picking out a navy blouse and black jeans, my best friend informed me that Lukas LaBelle would be insane not to fall in madly in love with me.

At five forty-five, I was nervously tapping my fingers on the kitchen counter, sipping on my already cold tea, when my mom entered the room. "Are you going out tonight?" She asked, her warm brown eyes shining as she looked me up and down.

"Yes. He'll pick me up soon." I didn't have to clarify who 'he' was, as he was a present entity the better half of my adult life.

"Do you want to talk about it?" My mom asked, pouring a cup full of steaming tea into a mug. When I lifted a brow, she nodded down at my hand. "The reason why you are anxious."