Page 4 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
“Lucas! Lucas! I’m your biggest fan!”
“We’ve been waiting for you!”
“Sign my tits, baby!”
Lucas has been entirely engulfed by a throng of women and girls of varying ages. He towers over most of them, pale as a piece of paper, eyes wide. He stutters, trying to fend them off, but there are too many of them and he doesn’t know where to start. Where the fuck is security?
I can’t leave him there. I shove my way through the groupies. And they’re vicious. They’re pushing me and cursing at me like I’m accosting them as if they’re not doing the same to Lucas. “Get out of my way,” I growl. As soon as Lucas is in my arm’s reach, I grab him. “Baby! Baby, are you okay?”
Lucas looks at me with the same confused face. “What?”
At least he’s more coherent now. “Come here,” I say, pulling myself toward him. “Back off,” I spit toward some of the girls.
The throng dissipates, some rabid fans skittering away and others backing off but still circling like hungry wolves. I interlace my hand in Lucas’s. His hand is hot and clammy and grips mine like a vice. We practically run over to the bus, hands intertwined and hearts beating. Who knows when they’ll strike again if we aren’t quick.
I rip open the bus door and scuttle Lucas inside before shutting it tightly behind us with a bang. “Christ, that was…” I trail off when I see the look on his face. He’s stunned, like stars are clouding his vision. “Hey man, are you okay?”
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Lucas
I’m not fucking okay. Of course, I’m not fucking okay. I’m getting flashbacks to the last tour, to what happened, to the last time she saved my ass. Fuck, man, get a grip.
“Fine, I’m fine,” I say, though my voice comes out like a whisper.
Mika’s brow is furrowed. She looks worried. And I hate that look. I hate when people are worried about me.
“You, are you okay?” I ask.
She almost laughs. “I mean, yeah, I’m fine. I wasn’t the one with fans trying to eat me alive.”
I know she means it as a joke, but I can’t laugh. Because that’s exactly what it felt like.
“Aren’t you gonna go out with the guys? I think you missed the – “
“No, no, I’m… tired.” What is wrong with me? She’s just being nice, but I can’t manage a coherent sentence. “Gonna shower and then hit the sack.”
She smiles softly. Despite the hard lines of her makeup, Mika’s face is kind and sweet. She looks like she could fuck you up and then would ice your wounds after. “I get it. It was a big night.”
“Really big,” I say, a smile finally cracking onto my face.
“You were great, by the way,” she adds and then looks away from me. “I mean, you’re always great, but…”
Relief floods through me. I have to remember that. The show was fucking great. We did an amazing job. “So were you. You killed the vamp on ‘Snake’.”
“Ugh, it’s one of my favorites to do!” Mika announces.
I feel a spot of pride. After all, I wrote it.
She crosses her arms and looks back to the door of the tour bus. “Anyway, I’m gonna head to my bus, and – “
“You’re not going out either?”
She shakes her head. “I prefer to get out bright and early in the mornings and see the city when I’m touring. Instead of nursing a ridiculous hangover.”
I smile. That’s how I would feel too if I could go out without getting recognized and having a complete panic attack.
“Anyway, I’ll get out of your hair,” Mika murmurs, turning to go.
