Rock Star Billionaire

“Yeah, me and my roommates play them all the time. And card games, they are fun too. You never get too old to huddle around the people you love and get extremely competitive over things that don’t matter in the long run.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” I said ruefully with a little smile.

“Don’t be like that. You know what us regular people don’t get to do? Fly to the Bahamas in a moment’s notice. So don’t sit there feeling all sorry for yourself. And if you really like, we can play some scrabble with my mother tonight, but just know that she likes to win. If you don’t let her, it’s not going to go well.”

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to try too hard,” I said, now grinning at her.

“You know what I meant. Now can we please stop by a store on our way there so you can get into some regular people clothes? The limo we can deal with but you really want to get more comfortable if you don’t want her fussing about how hard you must work that you came to visit her straight in your work clothes.”

“One condition,” I said. “You pick out the clothes for me.”

Shopping with Aria was an exciting affair, mostly because she picked out items of clothing that I would never in a million years deem appropriate for a meeting such as the one that was about to transpire. I didn’t understand how her mother was going to approve of me with the slightly ripped jeans. Aria matched them alongside a navy blue T-shirt that supposedly made my eyes pop out. I shrugged since she probably knew what she was doing.

When we were back in the car Aria looked much more relaxed then when she had first walked in. Even Ned seemed to be pleased with what she had picked out as well to my utter confusion.

“How do you feel?” Aria asked me happily as we continued to drive along.

“I can’t really feel my muscles tighten as usual,” I joked.

“That’s called being relaxed and comfortable,” she joked back. Aria laughed endearingly. “You should get used to it.”

“I suppose.” I shrugged. “Anyways, I bought your mom a bottle of wine. Does she like wine?”

“She loves wine. Red.”

“Perfect, I had a bottle of Pinot Noir ordered from the most expensive Vineyard in Napa Valley. It only arrived yesterday and I think your mom is going to love it because it’s seasonal and not available for retail. Members of the Vineyard club are the only ones allowed to purchase it.”

“She drinks ten dollar Yello Tails. I highly doubt she can tell the difference.” She must have noticed the disappointment in my face cause she immediately added, “I mean, she will most definitely appreciate the thought though. I didn’t mean – that was very nice of you, Zayden.”

“It’s no big deal.” I waved my hand nonchalantly. “I just hope she likes it. I didn’t know what else to get her. I should have probably asked you. I don’t know why that didn’t occur to me. Perhaps I was a little nervous. I haven’t met a girlfriend’s parents in very long time to be honest.”

For some reason, that made her blush and she looked away, not helping my nerves whatsoever.

“Everything okay?” I frowned.

She looked back at me. “Yeah, I just haven’t gotten used to you calling me your girlfriend yet. It feels nice.”

I pulled her into me in a tight embrace and lightly stroked her hair. “Well you better get used to it.”

She let out a soft giggle. “Look how far you have come from being a womanizer. You are really sweet.”

“Shh,” I whispered. “We don’t need anyone to ever know that at the office.”

So we rode in a silent embrace all the way to her mother’s house. Meanwhile, I pondered upon what she had said and all the things that had happened this evening. I couldn’t quite believe I had so eagerly let Aria change me into a different set of clothes. Only a couple of months ago, if someone had so much as suggested such a thing I would have been completely outraged.

When Aria looked like she was about to laugh at me, I would have done just about anything to not embarrass her like that again.

When we finally got close to her mother’s house, I recognized it immediately because of the huge banner in front of house that read: “FORECLOSED PROPERTY. OWNED BY BANK. CALL 1-800-DEBT FOR MORE INFORMATION.”

I looked at Aria but she pretended that we hadn’t just seen the sign. As Ned pulled over she quietly hopped out of the limo.

“Park this as far away from her mom’s house as possible,” I instructed Ned. “Make sure there is no wa

y she sees it. Feel free to drive it around town if you want.” I handed him two hundred dollars. “For dinner. Thanks for making this long drive.”

“Don’t be silly, Zay, I’m literally just doing my job,” he said, taking the cash, probably because it was much easier than arguing with me that he was never in a million years going to spend two-hundred-dollars on dinner. “But don’t worry, Aria’s mom will never see the limo. Just text me about where I should pick you guys up from. Maybe I will send a taxi to get you there. I don’t suppose you would like walking very far in the middle of nowhere.”

“We will see. I will keep you posted. You have a good evening, Ned.”