Nathan's POV
After dropping the crazy girl at the hospital, I headed home, only to find my mom and Samuel already waiting inside like they owned the place.
"I swear I should change my door passcode. You guys are getting on my nerves," I muttered, kicking off my shoes.
"What are you talking about? I missed my son. Should I not visit?" Mom said with her usual sweet-but-sneaky smile.
"Miss me, my foot! I know why you're here, and Samuel… are you two dating or something? Because you're always together," I teased, throwing myself onto the sofa.
Samuel my manager, my childhood friend, and my mess-cleaning machine just smirked, He probably knew me better than I knew myself, and worst of all, he was too close to my mom She got all her information about me from him
"I need space to rest, guys, I'm tired," I groaned, stretching out.
"Rest? I'm sure you haven't seen this." Samuel handed me his phone.
"I've seen it. My fans are crazy I know," I said, waving him off.
"The CEO called," Samuel added casually.
That got my attention. My Dad, the big boss of the label, is cold as ice, strict as hell! Scary, honestly.
"What did he say?" I asked, sitting up.
"He wants to talk to you," Samuel said, clearly enjoying my panic.
"Help me out, please I don't wanna face him," I begged, grabbing his arm like a child.
"You've lost your mind. Go meet your dad. Handle your mess like a grown man." He was dead serious now no chance of escaping.
"I can come with you, son," Mom offered sweetly.
"No, thank you you'll just make it more awkward."
"Alright. Good luck, baby," she said, grabbing her bag.
As she left, Samuel crossed his arms. "You should stop flirting with your fans, you have no idea how much they like you."
"Flirting? I just said she was beautiful. And what happened? She passed out. That girl is crazy, and by the way, it wasn't even her. I meant she misunderstood everything, and I just tried to save her from embarrassment."
Samuel wasn't buying any of it, he was already on his phone, watching videos!"She's becoming famous. Dude, she's hilarious."
"I know, man, some people are just insane." I sighed.
"I bet she likes you. A lot."
"Well, yeah, I get it, every girl likes me," I smirked.
Samuel rolled his eyes "You know there's one girl who doesn't, right?"
And that hit,
Tasha!
The one girl who never gave a damn about my fame or my face. It's been fifteen years since I fell for her. She's my weakness, my ride or die, my soulmate. Everyone around me knows it. She friend-zoned me, even though she knew how I felt.
But I never gave up.
As long as she stayed by my side, I could wait, maybe one day… we'd be more than just friends.
I rested for a few minutes, trying to gather courage before facing my ruthless father.
He was already waiting in his office, spinning slowly in that damn armchair like a movie villain.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Jones," I said, biting my lip.
"Oh, son! Good job today you really made us proud," he said with a sarcastic clap.
"Oh, that? It was nothing, Mr. Jones," I replied awkwardly.
"Really?" His tone shifted, and his expression turned deadly serious.
"Uh… I mean… what I…"
"Sit down, Nathan."
I sat immediately.
"You're not getting any younger, Nathan, but you act like a child, you were supposed to perform and leave. Do not flirt with fans until they pass out. Your name is big start acting like it."
"I'm sorry…"
"You should be sorry for yourself, you're turning twenty-five and still haven't had a proper relationship, pathetic!"
"Dad, I can handle—"
"Handle yourself, my foot! You can't even confess your feelings to Tasha, coward!"
"Dad!" I snapped, that was too far!
"Oh, it's true, people are watching you. What if they find out your little secret… Mr. Flute?"
That was it. I stood up, pissed.
"I'm done"
Before I could walk out, he added, "Prepare to meet the new two members we just signed to the label, we finally found them."
"Good for you guys," I said flatly.
"You should meet th—"
I didn't wait for him to finish. I walked out.
Outside, Blanco, my bodyguard, stood by the car. He had been on leave, but clearly, he came back early. Smart guy—probably sensed the chaos.
"This way, sir," he said, reading my mood as usual.
He drove quietly while I stared out the window, needing air, I pulled the window down a little, mask on of course
And that's when I saw her, that crazy girl, again! Cherry, trying to fix her stupid motorcycle on the side of the road, sweating, struggling, totally a mess
"Wait," I said. Blanco stopped the car. Yup, it was her. She was wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, hair tied messily, clearly frustrated. A total disaster.
And honestly?
Kinda cute.