"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm running so behind. Carter is going to kill me!"
I race down the stairs pulling my suitcase behind me, I watch cab after cab flying by me ready for their early morning start.
Fuck I cannot be late!
I desperately wave my arms in the air for any car to stop.
Finally, I catch one and hop in, suitcase on my lap.
"Where we headed to a pretty lady?" the older gentleman asks.
"The airport, please. And fast"
"You got it"
As we fly by on the FDR I stare out the window smiling as we pass by the Hudson River. California is going to definitely be a whole new environment for me. Los Angeles is another big city similar to New York, but I'm sure it will be a culture shock to me in a sense.
"So I'm assuming by the bag we're not picking up?"
"No" I slightly chuckle as I sit uncomfortably.
I couldn't contain my excitement any longer.
"I'm flying to LA this morning!"
"Wow LA first time?"
The first time for many things, I thought to myself. This is my second chance at my career and maybe my last. Music is my life, ever since I was a little girl and finally, I can feel this will be my big break. Who knows how much longer Carter will keep me on if I don't start actually making him some real money soon.
"Hey don't worry you'll be fine. I fly back home every month, look at me still kicking gray hairs and all"
I laugh slightly meeting his eyes in the mirror.
"You know you remind me of my daughter, she just flew in from back home" I sit back and listen as the driver tells me his life story trying to calm my nerves.
As we pull into the airport I tell him the exit Carter told me. We slowly wheel in to see Carter casually standing by a private fucking jet, of course, he has his own jet. But to hell with that, he looks ever so casual and hot in his blue T-shirt and distressed jeans paired with black sneakers. This is the first time I have ever seen Carter, not in a suit or trousers, he hasn't noticed me yet with his shades on clicking away at his phone.
"Wow...you must be a loaded sweetheart."
My stomach does a flip as he utters those words. Sweetheart.
"God I wish..." I chuckle
"Your husband?"
"God I wish...Wait for what? Oh no no that's my manager." Why did that slip out of my mouth?
"Well if he's single put in a good word for my daughter." He laughs
As I throw my suitcase out I look back and laugh. "I'll try. Thanks for getting me here so quickly."
I swipe my card and turn to exit before I see Carter's hand reaching out for me to grab as I gently step out.
"Safe flights pretty lady" the cab mumbles as Carter closes my door.
"6:58. Good job sweetheart" he says with his devilish smirk.
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Untouched.
Romance**The following story is intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE only** Mallory Collins has been trying to break into the music business for over 3 years now. Her first album was a flop, but her manager Carter never gave up on her. They have been working har...
