This iraling out of trol in an uhy way. There was Avril, pletely drunk, sprawled on the carpet of the hotel in Monaco, while Billy tried to make sense of the night before. A dizzying hum started in his head; he could hear the faint ebb and flow of the waves. It was 12:05 AM, and he had just woken up. He had been celebrating all day, in so many different ways, and it had gotten a bit wild.

  He took a long, cold shower, which revived his senses. As he dried his hair, he tried to piece together what had happened. He had a party, and it had been a pivotal moment. The music pyed through his mind over and over, each song fitting the mood perfectly. In just his underwear, he grabbed his guitar, but not befently pg Avril on the bed—she was a plete mess.

  -I’ll crash after I finish this song! - he thought.

  A kno the door interrupted him. He kly who it was and the kind of party that was about to happen. It was going to be a full-blow. He opened his suitcase and pulled out a tank top, his skinny pants, and a pink shirt. Without even addressing the knock, he walked into the hallway. There, a group of models stood in their high heels and tight dresses, slightly flushed and a little tipsy, but not too much.

  -Are you ready to go?- the girls asked, the same ones he'd had the pleasure of seeing not too long ago.

  -Of course, let’s go.- Billy replied, closing the door behind him.

  -You took forever; I thought you weren’t ing.- Gemma Ward remarked, looking somewhat lonely.

  Robert Pattinson had left a long time ago. He’d taken a flight from Frao London earlier that m, g he had some small job or audition to attend. Three nights of nothing but partying had been enough for him.

  -I was focused; some great songs came to me, darling.- Billy said, winking at her. He gazed out at the paradise that was Monaco—beautiful women in the skimpiest of outfits, all incredibly stunning in their way. Billy just shook his head, feeling a bit dizzy. Surrounded by all this, it was impossible not to attract attention. People were snapping photos, and the Parisian press was thrilled, overjoyed at the sight of people gathering to gawk.

  His grin widehe fshes fueled his ego, and he smirked. Nothing else mattered but the party—he was 18, and he could tell the world to screw off.

  -So, what do you think?- Jessica Stam murmured, having watched him ily for some time. She had only e on this trip because of Billy, bringing her friends as an excuse to mih the stars. The fshes tihere was no escape from the cameras.

  -I think we’re going to have a great time.- Billy replied.

  Many people stared at the young man, who was sidered one of the greatest rock singers. His songs were the stuff of fantasies, and seeing him live was eveer. The screams of fans couldn’t be ignored; word of his arrival had spread quickly.

  A crazy fan, nearly naked, approached him, her cheeks flushed. She asked if she could get his autograph. Billy, grinning mischievously, nodded, and then pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss, leaving Jessica Stam stuhe other women raised their eyebrows at the move.

  -I’ve got to hit the club, darling. I’ll be ba Frahis year... wait for me.-

  The girl stood there, frozen and speechless, but Billy patted her cheek with a hint of affe. She nodded, blushing hard, a out a squeal as she colpsed onto the pavement. Billy's path became more intense as people grew bolder in asking for autographs, but unfortunately, Billy was getting into the car, and the moment passed.

  -What was that?- Jessica murmured, taking a seat o him, along with Gemma Ward and Coco Rocha—the trio of friends.

  -Nothing.- Billy replied, trying to fill the silence. -I just wao do it. She looked intense, but who cares? It was better than an autograph.-

  -Your interviews always say you do things like that, but I didn’t believe it. Now I see you’re even more of a womahan the rumors say.- Adriana ented.

  -I’m just being me.-

  -Where’s the bar?- Coco Rocha, the you of the group at 17, ged the subject. Even at her age, her beauty was captivating. Her mother thought she was on a runway in Europe, not partying on a yacht, and now in Monaco.

  -It’s an exclusive club. Well, they re out for two weeks. They’ve been throwing parties regurly. You get on the list if you’re famous, for a price, or if you’re invited... and you’re invited, Billy.- Adriana said, ughing.

  -How exclusive?- Isabelli Fontana asked.

  -So exclusive that only the richest of the rich get in, and, of course, beautiful women.- Adriana replied, her captivating green eyes lighting up anyone who looked at her. Her prince had left that afternoon, so she seemed freer and more at ease.

  Billy had a song pying in his head, and he remained silent, brushing off everything else. He felt Jessica’s warm hand on his, and when he looked into her doe-like eyes, they were asking for more than just a simple embrace. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, and she didn’t resist.

  Jessica Stam was crazy about Billy, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She had even kissed a woman for the first time because of him—Avril’s lips still fresh in her memory. For Billy, she had done many things that went beyond her moral boundaries. The st few days were a blur, and the young rock star was so intoxig to Jessica that refusing him was never an option.

  She rested her head on his chest, her face dreamy.

  -Adriana,- Billy excimed, suddenly realizing something.

  -What?-

  -It’s your birthday, oh my god, happy birthday... now I uand why I had this song stu my head, it’s because it’s your birthday.- Billy said, finally pieg it together.

  -Did you write me a song?- Adriana's green eyes locked on Billy. -Oh my god, sing it! No one’s ever written me a birthday song, it’s like... wow, and why did you do it?- she asked.

  -I didn’t write you a song.- Billy said, almost seeing the disappoi in her eyes.

  -My gift is singing that song for you. It’s different, don’t look at me like that. No song could ever do justice to a woman as beautiful as you. It’s more of a song that reflects the vibe you give off. That disregard for tradition, that fiery Latin spirit that captivates everyone. If anyone deserves to be the muse of the song, it’s you. Don’t worry, I’ll sing for you as soon as we get to the club.- Billy assured her.

  -I don’t think they’ll let you sing. I mean, it’s a bit strao stop a party just because you say so.- Giselle teased.

  But Billy was in full rock star mode, ever since he had woken up. He needed a mi his hand, the iy building inside him. He didn’t know why, but he felt a strong urge to belt out those songs eg in his head. They were fresh, and they o be sung.

  -They will because I’m me.- Billy said with such fidehat Giselle, who had been trying to provoke him, couldn’t say anything more than a resigned smile.

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  Buddha Bar in Monte Carlo had a capacity of 160 people and had beeed by the Princess of Monaco for a special gathering, g with the Formu 1 event. The pce acked with stars—French athletes, big-name celebrities, Formu 1 drivers, football pyers, fashion is, a touch of royalty, aiful women that made it feel like a beauty test. Among them was Madonna, hidden away with her usual boyfriend, Guy Ritchie. The fshes lit up their faces as they walked in.

  Adriana gave her name along with the others, and they were allowed entry, uanding that it rivate party. People asked who was hosting, and it turned out to be the Princess of Monaco. As they entered, curious eyes followed them. Billy’s hair was still damp, and though the room acked, it felt more like a gathering than a wild party. People mingled, but there wasn’t much dang.

  -The prince of rock at my party.- remarked the hostess, a mature woman who had seeer days.

  -Well, your party has me now.- Billy said, giving off the familiar aura of someone in charge. He took Adriana’s hand and pulled her close.

  -This beautiful woman is celebrating her birthday, and she’s been so lovely to me that I’d like to sing her a few songs. Is that alright? I promise it’ll be something you’ve never seen before.- Billy said, his sharp eyes the hostess’s every move. It was almost a and, but the casual way he spoke forced the woman to give her approval. A team got things anized ihan 20 minutes. Billy didn’t let go of Adriana, who sat on his p with ease, while Jessica settled on his . Giselle had disappeared with Isabel, and curiously, Leonardo DiCaprio was at the party too, along with Miranda Kerr and anel, Naomi Campbell, it looked like a high-end catwalk.

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