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GIO (Interracial Rockstar Romance)

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“What’s plan B?”

“I figured we could hide in one of the countries in Africa for a few years. Live the simple life in a hut. Have five or ten babies. Hunt lions and shit.”

She laughed.

I let out an exasperated breath. “I have some fun things planned today. We should get to it since our schedule is tighter now.”

She pouted. “Okay.”

“Take a shower, princess. I have some surprises.”

Her face brightened as she rose. “I love how you spoil the shit out of me.”

Good, because that’s all I want to do for the rest of my life.

Perhaps Shakespeare’s quote went even deeper. Maybe when it came to love, one had to be a lunatic, lover, and poet. Crazy, compassionate, and an artist with words. Because all I could think of was doing irrational things. Suddenly, my future didn’t seem so fogged and unsure. I saw her in my coming days. I knew it deep down in my heart, and it was crazy to think that way. I’d just met her.

Insta-love was something people mocked and found corny when looking at it in movies. Until the moment love hit them so hard, all they could do was stumble around in the madness of emotions, daydreaming about the other, anticipating the next time they saw their lover, and filling their imagination with the future of love.

Ru can call Midnight, the police, and anyone else. If he thinks that he can stop us...if he thinks he can stop me, he’ll end up losing it all—Simone, his career, shit...maybe even his life.

Chapter 19

Simone

It's the melody within the heart

that helps us to endure.

~John McLeod

When I left the shower, he’d disappeared from the bedroom.

“Gio?” I called out as I tied my robe.

Silence.

Where is he?

Entering the bedroom, I scanned the space and opened my mouth in shock. Sometime during my shower, the staff had come in, cleared away all the dishes, and cleaned up the whole suite. Bright pink roses filled several crystal vases on every surface. I was impressed with their sheer speed and ability to keep quiet. My shower had barely been ten minutes.

When did he have them do all of this?

My clothes and the shoes I’d worn the night before were gone too. All I could do was wear my robe.

This was high-end living for sure. Luxury even decorated the suite’s robe that I had on. It was snow white, soft and silky, exceptionally woven, sumptuously plush, and smooth on my skin. It even had black fur trim along the collar and wrists. To top it all off, my name had been monogrammed on the front.

I pulled the robe closer and walked to the bed, noticing my other surprise for the first time. “Hmmm. What’s going on?”

A large scroll sat in the center of the bed. I picked it up, rolled it open, and read it out loud. “Go to the piano.”

This place has a piano?

Last night, I hadn’t explored the space. I’d been too busy craving the feel of Gio’s lips and cock.

I guess I’ll have to find the piano.

I set the scroll back on the bed and wondered where he’d gone and what surprise he had up his sleeve.

Gio. Gio.

I walked down the hallway, drinking in this massive place. There were hotel suites and then there were Holy-shit-luxury suites. This fell in the latter.

The living room had a large balcony on the outside. There, snow fell on the table and lounge chairs. On the inside, bright yellows, fuchsias, and gold splashed the space in regal and timeless opulence. It was an exotic fairy tale—gilded trimmings, lush curtains, and decorative silk pillows. Fine art hung on the walls. All the windows ran from the floor to the ceiling. In the center, a decadent chandelier dangled over a grand piano.

Damn. That’s a beautiful piano.

A tiny box sat on top of the piano covered in cherry red paper and with two tulips stuck to the top. I picked it up and took my time unraveling it. A copper key sat inside with another tiny note.

“Take the key and follow the rose petals to the next surprise.”

How the hell did he do all of this in so little time?

Someone had scattered pink rose petals in a trail leading past the kitchen and down a long hallway.

Damn. This place is big.

I gripped the key and twisted it between my fingers. Excitement coursed through my veins. No one had ever surprised me on this level. I knew Gio was sweet, but I had no idea that he was just beginning. There seemed to be no end to how sweet and romantic he could be.

Gio. Gio.

Following the petals down the hallway, I looked to my right and a sign on the door explained that it led to the steam room and saunas. On the left, there was a wooden door. I opened it and ducked my head in. Shelves of books decorated every wall. In the center, chocolate brown leather chairs sat by end tables and green-gold reading lamps.



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