Page 49 of Falling for the Rockstar

SIMON

“Hey, there’s my son,” Mum smiles as she pulls me into her embrace, then she whacks me upside my head.

“Ow. What was that for?”

“Why did your brother and mates get here before you?”

“Mum, Myka wanted to stop and get you and Dad a little gift.”

“Yeah, yeah sure. And who is this Myka person?”

I step aside and bring Myka forward to meet my mum. “This is Myka Johnson, the band's PR representative. Myka, this is our mum, Mary.”

“Oh my. Aren’t you a vision, my dear? I’m sure there is a little more than work between you two.” Mum says as she looks Myka over from top to bottom then connects with her gaze.

“No ma’am. This is strictly business,” Myka replies, taking my mum’s offered hand and shaking it.

“Oh, well. We’ll see about that. Now let’s have a look at you.” She turns Myka around and I can tell this makes her a bit uncomfortable, so I rescue her.

“Mum, leave her be. It’s not like I’ve never bought a woman home.”

“Yes, we know you have had your fair share of woman and baby misses. I was just sizing her up to see if she can fit my wedding gown.”

“Mum! We’re not dating. Ask the guys.”

“Now what are you two in here rambling about?” Dad says when he enters the foyer.

“Jack, this here is Simon’s new love interest, Myka.”

“No sir. I am the publicist for your sons and their bandmates,” Myka quickly corrects Mum while she takes Dad’s hand with hers and shakes it.

“My, you are quite attractive. No wonder our son didn’t call us last Sunday. Maybe you had him busy with some work.”

Myka looks at me with raised brows and a sorrowful gleam in her eyes. Last Sunday was the day I comforted her after her breakup with her then boyfriend.

“My apologies. He was with me helping me with a bit of a personal matter.”

“I see. Well given it was work-related, we can forgive him this time. Now come along, and let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

Dad escorts Myka through the house to the dining room where Sebastian, Mikey and Andy are waiting.

“Look who finally showed up,” Sebastian calls out, interrupting the chatter going on at the table.

“Yeah, we had to starve waiting on you to arrive. Heard about the mob of fans at the off-license. You should’ve just stayed in the car.”

“I couldn’t let Myka go in there by herself. The shop's manager was all over her.”

“Being a bit protective over your PR manager, don’t you think?” Our older brother Stephen says, coming from the kitchen with a plate of fried fish.

I stand and give him a hug. My sister Jenny follows behind him carrying a plate of corn muffins and a bowl of collard greens.

“Save a hug for me, Simon,” she says, placing the dishes on the table.

“Come here rugrat.” I embrace her and then mess her hair, one thing she doesn’t care for.

“Why must you and Sebastian always do that?” She smooths her hair back down and then washes her hands in the sink that was built in the dining room just for cleaning up before eating.

We made sure to have that added since our parents complained about us not cleaning up after coming in from outside.

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