Three weeks later
Christopher's pov.
I woke up the next morning. My mind would not just stop racing. I could only think about that girl, Lina. It had been three weeks now, and yet, she never called, texted, or anything. How was it that she had my contact and never did anything with it? Could it be that she'd lost it? No, I refused to believe that she could misplace something as vital as that. She couldn't be so careless.
I was a freaking popular musician, a filthy rich son of a billionaire! Not to mention that I was unbelievably charming. How could she resist my charms? How did she do it? Basically, girls would throw themselves at me. Why was she not doing the same? I was sure that millions of ladies would do anything to have and make use of my card. Why was she different? Something de
