Chapter 5

“How was my performance?”

I just give him a thumbs up. We are in the practice room in their house. His bandmates are here with their girlfriends, right after the practice some of his bandmates make out. That’s why he had no choice but to talk to me because he didn’t bring any woman to fuck.

“On the bed?”

I just shrugged at him. I don’t know. Why is he asking me that? We didn’t even have sex what happened last night was just a make-out. “Want to try it out?”

“No, thanks.”

“I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Can you stop that? I am not your fuck buddy. Find one if you want,” I hissed at him but he is just smiling at me like an idiot. I can’t believe I will be dealing with him for about three months. I need to be successful in this fucking mission.

I felt his hand on my waist pulling me closer to him. He pretended to be looking at his bandmates who are now giving him a teasing look. “I’ll just get water.”

“Can I come with you?”

I shook my head. What does he want with me? Why does he keep on following me wherever I go? It should have been me doing that to him but why are we turning the tables now?

“Tell the chef to cook pasta for us,” he said then left me. He went his way to where the piano is. Almost all of the instruments are here from the bass, drum, guitar, violin, piano, and many more that I can’t name. This is what he said about their studio. This is where they usually practice.

“Okay.”

When I walked down the staircase I almost fell but someone suddenly grabbed my hand, stopping me from falling. “Careful,” one of Peter’s bandmates. I don’t know his name but they call him Mr. Silence, he doesn't talk too much. I never even heard him talk, this is the first time I’ve heard his voice.

“Uh… Thank you.”

He pull me closer to him then left me without saying anything. I looked at his build, his build is not that different from Peter. They look like a fan of the gym, playing with those equipments. “That was close,” I said to myself when I saw the stairs. If he didn’t hold me I will be rolling down the stairs with bruises all over my body.

Let’s not forget the possibility of being dead on the spot.

“Peter wants pasta and a beef steak,” I said to the chef who is now busy looking at something on his phone. He put his phone down when he saw me.

“That’s all?” he asked.

I nodded at him. The beef steak wasn’t included but I want to eat that one and I am sure his bandmates will eat that too. I waited for it to be cooked, amazed by how the chef cooked the beef stake in front of me.

Some are talented when it comes to cooking, some are just blessed with beauty and I am one of those some.

I don’t know how to work without getting into a fight. I am a short-tempered person. I don’t go along with people that well.

When the food was done, the housemaids helped me bring it to their studio. We were welcomed by the silence, I saw Peter’s bandmates looking at one spot only. I looked at it too and saw Peter who is now singing his heart out with the piano.

He closed his eyes while singing. Did he memorize all the keys of the piano? How can he do it without even looking at them? This man is really impressive, his voice sounds husky. I couldn’t help but stop at what am I doing just to listen to his voice.

Now I know why my sister loves him so much. She even bought a shirt with Peter’s face on it. I wonder what would she react if I tell her that I am with her bias. I closed my eyes to feel his song, singing along with the music.

The music suddenly stopped made me open my eyes. I saw Peter’s bandmates looking at me, shock is registered on their faces. “You have such an amazing voice,” the lady said to me, she even clapped at me.

I looked at Peter who is now staring at me. “Oh, I joined in, my apology,” I sincerely apologized to him. I didn’t mean to steal his show. I was just driven by my emotion. I can’t read Peter’s face. He cleared his throat.

“Food is here, let’s eat,” he said.

I looked at the beef stake I am holding. I didn’t realize that I was holding this the whole time. I placed it on the table. The man who helped me earlier is looking at me now. His eyes couldn’t leave me. I give him a small smile. What is he staring at?

“Sit here with me.”

I shook my head, rejecting Peter’s offer. I don’t want to eat with them. I am just his assistant but I don’t understand why he is treating me differently aside from the fact that he wants me on his bed, naked.

“Come here,” this time his voice sounds too authoritative. I didn’t have a choice but to sit with him. I saw him pulling the beef stake at his place. He sliced them into tiny pieces when I sit with him.

“You should try joining them, your voice is fantastic,” the lady said. She is eating pasta now with her boyfriend but she keeps on glancing at me from time to time. I can’t help but smile at her.

“Thanks, but I couldn’t imagine myself singing in front of the crowds. I am not that confident.”

I saw her shake her head. Peter blocked the view of his bandmates who kept on staring at me. He then put the sliced beef steak on my plate making me look at him.

“Eat.”