Page 82 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

"Yup. Hasta la vista, biatch. I hated giving him anything, but it’s worth every penny to know he can’t touch anything I create from here on out."

"Let’s celebrate! Another cocktail?"

I glance at my watch, then back at her. "I have a better idea," I say, a small grin tugging at my lips. "I realized the hotel has an amazing rooftop terrace earlier. It’s got an amazing view of the city. You want to check it out?"

Her eyebrows lift, and then a slow smile spreads across her face. "Are you trying to impress me, Reid?"

"Always," I say, standing and holding out my hand. "Come on. Let me woo you. Call it our clean slate celebration"

She laughs softly, slipping her hand into mine. "Alright. Let’s do it."

We head inside, and as we step into the elevator, I glance at her reflection in the mirrored walls. Her face is calm and relaxed, but there’s a quiet excitement in her eyes that makes my chest ache in the best way.

When the doors open, I lead her out onto the terrace. The air is cool but not cold, the faint hum of the city rising up from below. String lights crisscross overhead, casting a warm glow over the chic seating areas and low tables.

But it’s the view that steals the show—the skyline stretching out in every direction, glittering and alive.

"Wow," she breathes, stepping toward the edge. "This is... incredible."

I follow her, my hands slipping into my pockets as I watch her take it all in. She leans against the railing, her hair catching the light, and for a moment, I forget about everything else. The album, the deadlines, the weight of all the shit I’ve been carrying—it all fades away.

She turns back to me, her smile soft and a little shy. "You weren’t kidding about the view."

"Told you," I say, stepping closer. "Best spot in the city."

She tilts her head, her eyes locking on mine. "I think you just like showing off."

"Maybe," I admit, grinning. "Is it working?"

Her laugh is soft, but it’s enough to make my chest feel lighter. "Yeah," she says, her voice quieter now. "It’s working."

TWENTY-SEVEN

Sienna

Every goodbye leads to a hello

10:28 PM

The rooftop terrace is quiet,save for the faint hum of the city below. String lights zigzag overhead. Their warm glow casts soft shadows across the chic lounge chairs and low tables.

A light breeze dances across my skin, carrying with it the faint scent of spring—fresh and cool, with just a hint of the city’s edge. But it’s the view that steals my breath.

The skyline stretches out endlessly, glittering and alive, every building lit like it’s competing for attention. I step toward the railing, my fingers brushing the cool metal as I lean forward. "Callum," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "This is amazing."

He steps closer, the sound of his boots is soft against the terrace’s stone floor. "Told you," he says, his voice low and warm. "Best spot in the city. Next time, let's get a bottle of wine and come up here. I can't believe we are the only ones taking advantage of it."

I glance back at him, and for a moment, it feels like the world tilts. The city lights blur in my peripheral vision, leaving only him—Callum, standing there like he owns the night, his eyes locked on me with an intensity that steals my breath.

It’s not just the way he looks, though that’s enough to make my pulse trip. It’s the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only thing he sees. He takes my hand and leads me over to the far corner, partly shielded by the smokestack exhaust of the building.

He stands at the edge, looking out at the city with his hands in his pockets. His dark hair catches the soft light from above and his jawline is sharper than it has any right to be. He looks so at ease. It’s almost as if he belongs here. But when his eyes meet mine, there’s nothing casual about the way he’s watching me.

"It’s perfect," I say, turning back to the view, my fingers tightening on the railing. "But you didn’t bring me up here for the view, did you?"

His low laugh sends a shiver down my spine. "Busted."

I glance at him over my shoulder, arching a brow. "You like showing off, don’t you?"

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