Page 28 of Falling for the Rockstar

He goes to touch me on my shoulder, but I quickly jerk away.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, you prick. How could you? At a presser? While I’m working? Just…”

“Look, like I said, I’m sorry. Here’s a check to cover all the financial support you’ve given me and then some. Per our agreement.” He passes me a folded piece of paper endorsed with his signature and a heart. The memo simply says, paying what I owe. “I do love you, Myka,” he says before vanishing.

Leaving me with a broken heart, tears ruining my make-up, and my breath exiting my body in sharp bursts.

I need to get out of here. I find the strength to pull it together for a moment until my gaze locks with Simon’s.

His brow furrows, I’m sure sensing something is wrong. He makes his way toward me, but I dip out before he could reach me. I grab my phone when it buzzes in my clutch.

Simon: Are you all right, Myka?

I ignore his message and walk around to the other side, to my car. When I enter, the waterworks start.

“We were engaged,” I yell through my emotions. The pain continues to spill over onto anything it can touch. Feeling trapped, I press the start button on my car and start to pull off when Simon jumps out in front of me.

“Fuck! Simon, what the hell are you doing?” I shout, slamming my car back into park.

“Don’t yell at me, Myka, you nearly ran me over,” he bites back.

I roll down my window just a tad, so the words are not bounced off the glass. “Why are you out here?”

“I saw you leave, and I was wondering if you were all right.”

“I’m all right, Simon. Now get back in there before the press grows suspicious of your disappearing act.”

I don’t engage in eye contact, and he can sense I am avoiding him.

“If you’re okay, as you proclaim, then let me see your face.”

“No, Simon. I don’t need to show you my face.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you do.”

“Mr. Ashton, please get back inside to the presser.”

“No miss. I will not go with you to your home,” he shouts as a couple of people walk by.

“Simon, what the fuck are you doing?” I respond. I slip on my oversized shades and look around, hoping no one can make us out.

“Face or it gets worse.”

“No. I don’t want to.”

“I’m sure you look good in a bikini, but ma’am I’m—”

I roll down the window all the way. “Okay, okay. Here I am makeup ruined and everything. Happy?” I turn my face toward him where he can see the mess I am.

He crouches down, reaches inside the open window, and removes my shades further revealing the horror they hide.

“Oh look. There she is. She’s a bit sadder than when I usually see her, but still beautiful nonetheless.” He uses the pad of his thumb to softly wipe away any tear trail.

“Bullshit,” I laugh.

“No. No bullshit here. Anyway, you gave me what I want, so I’ll live up to my end of the deal.” He stands and backs away from the car. “Are you going to be, okay?”

I nod my head up and down and tuck my lip as a stream of tears escapes.

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