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CHAPTER 04


SEBASTIAN'S POV:-

Finishing the last concert of the ending winter season, I finally sighed. It was finally the time I would be free for thirty days. Ten years of constant work, without any vacations. It was frustrating. I jumped off of the stage. It was my birth month. And I wanted to spend my day alone, as I wanted it to be. As I wanted to spend my day. Not just a day independent for me but thirty days. Sighing in relief, I made my way towards the parked, luxurious trailer of my jerky boss. If I would not lie, he is not my boss but my owner. The bloody very man who made my life a living hell.

Hearing him laughing loudly, my blood boiled. Thinking, how life could be unfair for some of us. Yes, unfair. My name is Sebastian Darksky. I am a very popular singer. Concert organizers would pay anything to get me to sing on a stage for them. People loved me. To have a selfie with me, to see me upclose, the audience would pay whatever fare they had on tickets to my show. I was known as the most expensive singer in America. Organizers would beg my boss to get me on the stage. And my boss, he would tell them his price.

Knocking the door loudly, I entered the trailer. He must have received the case or maybe a bag full of money. My boss only liked to see cash in front of him. He was nothing but a big fat pig who would only care about the money. The smile on his face was screaming loudly that he had seen "his" cash. That's what he said every time he saw money. I cleared my throat a bit loudly to gesture both men. The organizer stood up and bid his goodbyes. Once he was out of the trailer, I locked the door and went to my boss with an annoyed look on my face. I would have just left after my performance, but he sent his assistant to call me after the show was over.

Eagerly waiting for him to just get over with whatever he had in mind to say, I sat in front of him and wrapped my arms above that table of his. "You called me, Mr De Leon?" I finally asked the damn question. His mouth was shut like he was sucking a dick after dipping it in his favorite strawberry syrup.

"Ah… Yes, I called you. I want you to do something for me." He said and I mentally rolled my eyes over his statement. 

"Like it was something new you are asking me to do." I thought to myself but did not voice it out loud. I did not want any fuss at this time when my birthday was just two weeks ahead.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked casually. He looked at me then leaned back at his chair. Just then I was sure that something fucking shitty going on in his poop of a brain.

"Amanda Walter agreed to sing with us." He started.

"And I assume there is a but coming in my way." I asked with a raised brow.

"Yes, she has given us a condition, to work with us." He said and I leaned back on my chair as well.

"What kind of condition? And what does it have to do with me?" I asked impatiently.

"She wants to date you for three months. Only then she will sing for our company." He replied and my mouth dropped on the floor.

"You have got to be kidding me? Don't tell me you have accepted her proposal already?" I asked him angrily as I rose up from the chair I was sitting on.

"Of course I have not just now. But I also don't want her to sing for my rival company first." He replied and I clapped my palm on my forehead.

"Are you really out of your mind? Can't you remember what she did to Castiel Crow? She destroyed him. He can't even sing in local bars." I said. 

"So what? It favored you. You became the most costly artist of the world." He asked me and I sat back on the chair.

"You don't understand, do you? It's her way to break the people. She dates all the top artists. She gets even more popular and the person she dates, they all ended up devisted and destroyed. Their careers and their production companies, all ended up in the trash." I reasoned.

"So what? You are a gay. You will not take any interest in her. Three months then you will be free to break up with her." He replied and I shook my head over his dumbness. A poop head indeed.

"So, she will tell everyone that I am not a guy, I am a gay. That I have been lying about myself all my life. Don't you know what would happen if that news leaked out. Aren't you the one who told me to keep it a secret so girls would go crazy on me, so you would get money?" I asked and he gave me a nod. I sighed for finally nailing the idea into his poopy little brain.

"What are you up to?" He asked me as if he knew nothing about it. Like we did not have a deal over my program.

"On my vacations. If you can remember, we had a deal. I have made you double in the first four months of the year." I replied in an annoyed tone.

"I was thinking about going to Hawaii for a big event a few organizers are organizing for Earth day." He said and my eyes widened.

"What? No! We had a deal. I have been making double since this year started. I kept my end of the bargain. Now it's your turn to do the same." I replied, shaking my head voraciously. 

"Fine, but when you will be back, I want you to earn the same amount every month." He said and I sighed in defeat. I knew there was no way I would be able to do anything. I just nodded my head and stood up. I stepped out of the trailer and we went to my car that was parked with the trailer. Shooting one last text to my baby sister, I drove towards the airport.

I just wanted to go to Paris and find all the wishing wells I could find. And drop hundreds of coins in all of them and pray for De Leon to be dead by the time I would come back home. That man had done nothing but made my life a living hell. If it wasn't for my baby sister, I would have killed him by myself.

I parked my car and moved towards the entrance. Suddenly, I started to feel like I was being watched. I mentally slapped myself for feeling that way. Of course, I was a super star and the airport was full of the people who might know me very well. I had an all ages fan following. I was waiting for my flight. Suddenly, I felt the urge to pee. I stood up and went to the men's restroom. I remembered stepping inside, peeing peacefully. But after that, everything was dark.

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Hira Baig
IKR... a strong back story is always good for a novel
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Mel Dixon
Everyone is so mean!!!!
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