The Billionaire’s Fan (The Whispering Oaks Society)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Jordyn

My fingers glide against the screen. I’m adding a new contact to my phone from the guy that I’ve been talking to for the past few weeks on the hottest dating app around Jingle. We’ve hit the point to where we decided we should exchange numbers and today is the day. At least I feel like it’s the day. I don’t like to abide by the old-fashioned rule of three.

Why would I want to wait for a guy to contact me when it’s a time when most women have bigger balls than most men?

Great.

He didn’t mention that he was out of town in our last email, but then again, we didn’t give one another our daily schedules.

Two days go by, and he’s sent me messages here and there from wherever he was. Sporadic messages, nothing to really hold a conversation, but at least something that keeps me interested, as if he doesn’t want me to forget about him.

Now, I’m freaking out. Not only is Knights Honor my go-to band at the moment, but now, the first date with Jeff is set for next week. Like a blubbering teenager, he will watch me fangirl over the lead singer, Asher Knight. Oh, goodness. I’ve got to practice being calm, starting right now!

I heard little from him after that. We exchanged a text message here and there, but our conversation was far from what it’s been through Jingle .

Oh, no! What if the conversation between the two of us in person is stifling? Granted, we will be at a concert, where it will be deafening and we won’t have much time for conversation.

And I will be cool as a cucumber.

If he’s as cute as his Jingle photo, I’ll be able to spot him easily. But what if he catfished me and he looks nothing like his picture?

What if he’s a seven-foot man dressed in goth with long oily black hair?

What if he’s shorter than me by a lot and has horrible body order, or worst yet, bad breath?

Oh goodness, I hope he looks like his photo.

My Uber took me to the gates of the stadium, and I thanked him and approached the main gates. I walked to the window for will-call.

“Hi. My name is Jordyn. I believe there is a ticket or tickets left for me?”

“Jordyn from Jingle?” the pimply teenager asks with a grin.

Feeling my face flush, I nod. “Yes. That would be me.”

“Lucky girl. Here is your badge and looks like you were given a wristband as well.”

“Badge? Wristband?”

“Yes ma’am. Here are your things. May I see your wrist?”

Without saying a word, I offer my wrist for her to fasten the cloth wristband on, and I twist it as I pull it back towards my body.

VIP drinks & food. The wristband reads.

Weird.

“Enjoy the show.” The teenager says, then looks behind me. “Next!”

I move out of the way and open the manilla envelope with my name on it.

Additionally, the badge states Backstage Pass - VIP. In the blank area of the pass, it reads: Special Guest. There’s a note inside the envelope as well, and I pull it out.

Go to the left side of the stage. You will meet a giant of a man named Niles. Show him your pass. Tell him your name and he’ll bring you backstage. Can’t wait to see you.

Interesting, but also a little strange, that he’s not out here to meet me. Maybe he got here earlier and is chatting it up with the band. Oh shit, does that mean I’m going to meet the band?

I am not at all prepared for that. Sure, I’m looking cute because I’m meeting a guy for a first date, but I don’t think that I’m dressed to meet the band. My palms are sweating. My heart is beating out of my chest.

I steady my breath, place the badge around my neck, and walk in the direction that I was instructed to.

Niles is huge. He’s intimidating and looks like he could split you in two. The scowl on his face looks to be permanent as he stays alert. I hesitantly approach and he sees the badge around my neck.

“Ah, Ms. Jordyn. I’ve been waiting for you. Give me a minute and I’ll get someone to take my place and I will bring you back.” He brings his walkie-talkie up to his mouth and says something, then a moment later, an equally intimidating man steps in his place and Niles ushers me back.

“Is this your first time meeting the guys?” he asks.

“The guys? I actually wasn’t even planning to. My date is back there, and he set this up.”

Niles smirks as if he knows something that I don’t.

“Well, ma’am, your pass gives you free access to all of backstage. And there’s food and drinks, which your wristband will get you.”

“Sounds great.”

“And here is where I leave you.” He stops in front of a closed door with a sign that reads “PRIVATE” in bold letters.

“In here?” I ask.

“Yes, ma’am. Enjoy the show.” And just like that, Theo is heading back in the direction from which we came.

There is an electric charge in the air. People are all over the place, moving cases, talking on their radios, and a few have clipboards with a direction of where they’re going.

Well, here goes nothing.

I knock on the door, and as if he was waiting on the other end, the door opens instantly.

My jaw drops at the sight in front of me.

Tight black shirt over worn jeans.

A smile that radiates boyish charm that can make a woman drop anything, including their panties.

He is six-foot-three, with an athletic build, a warm tan, and captivating blue eyes.

“You’re not Jeff.”