Billionaires Runaway Bride

I smiled as I watched them. I had never enjoyed a job so much, and I loved working with them. Some days, I still couldn't believe how lucky I was to have landed this job. Not to mention how amazing it was for my life to have totally turned around like it had. One minute I'd been almost penniless, unemployed with no hope for a decent job in sight, and now there I was, working with one of the biggest rock bands in the country and having a blast doing so. It still felt like a dream sometimes, as if it couldn't possibly be real.

It didn’t hurt that I was also working with one of the most gorgeous rock star billionaires around. And even if Owen and I hadn’t gotten any alone time the other night, he’d taken it in stride, and things were good.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I excused myself, heading to the back.

“Hey, Jackson,” I answered, smiling.

“How’s my little sis doing?” he asked, and I could almost hear his smile through the phone.

“Not bad, not bad.”

“Life on the road treating you okay?”

“Yes. The tour is off to a good start, thanks to yours truly.”

“Of course it is,” he laughed. “The reason I didn’t want you to take this job had nothing to do with me doubting you.”

“I know, I know.” He was still a little upset about me taking the job, but he obviously knew there wasn’t much he could do, especially from miles away and after the fact.

“You’re not falling for that asshole, Owen, are you?”

“I can’t make any promises, but I’m trying not to,” I joked. Jackson didn’t laugh.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I! I’m not trying to,” I laughed.

“Nalia, you know I worry about you,” he sighed.

“I know. And I’m using my head. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Yeah, well, I’m still going to worry. It’s what I do. You’ll always be my baby sister.”

I smiled. “I know. And you’ll always be my big, overprotective older brother. I really appreciate it, you know I do, but you have got to realize I'm all grown up now and can take care of myself. I really can, I promise!”

We talked for a few more minutes, and he promised he’d be keeping tabs on me and making sure I was okay, even though I told him it wasn’t necessary. I hung up the call with Jackson and headed back inside to see the guys finishing up their press conference. Owen was just coming around the corner, looking for me.

“Sorry, had to take a phone call. How did it go?”

“Great! You ready to go get some lunch?” He smiled and put an arm around me.

“Yeah. I have us at an Italian restaurant downtown that is closed except for you guys, so you don’t have to worry about a crowd,” I explained.

His smile widened. “You really do think of everything, don’t you?”

“It’s my job.”

“Come on, let’s head out.”

We made our way outside to the waiting limo and piled in with the others, heading to the restaurant. I went through a few emails about interviews and other tour publicity on the way. When we arrived, I followed them in, still answering emails that needed my attention.

It was hard to focus on anything else when there were so many details to take care of, and at this early stage of the tour, I still hadn't quite fallen into a rhythm yet. I was still finding my way and doing a pretty decent job of it so far.

What concerned me was the feeling that something was going to go wrong at some point. That was just the law of nature. Nothing could run this smoothly without any bumps in the road.

“I’m totally starving!” Talon announced as they took their seats in the middle of the empty restaurant. “I could eat a horse right now. And I'm not even joking, dudes. If there's horse on this menu, I'm ordering it!” The others grumbled in agreement, and Owen took a seat at the head of the table. I put my phone away to make sure the staff at the restaurant got everybody's drink and food orders and didn't leave anybody out.

“Nalia.”