Page 57 of Falling for the Rockstar

“I’m sorry. Is there another seat I can swap for?” Myka asks with an annoyed tone.

“I can go see if that gentleman back there doesn’t mind if you take the empty seat next to him.”

“Thank you. I just don’t think I want to be involved in this exchange.”

“Now wait, Myka. You don’t have to leave.” I turn to the stew. As lovely as she is and the reaction my cock is having being around her, I can’t allow myself to upset Myka.

“I apologize for the mistake earlier. I spoke in a rude and obscene manner. Normally I would have you bent over in the loo banging your back out and drinking this here champagne, but I have evolved as a human thanks to my PR rep who can obviously do her job. For me to behave in this manner only sets me back and threatens my career.” I remove a few hundred dollars from my wallet and hand it to her and her crewmates. “Take this as an apology and I will take those two glasses you offered.”

She smiles and takes the money. “I understand Mr. Ashton. Please, enjoy your beverage.” They say bye and move back to the galley.

“Myka, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s not so much as you upsetting me than it is you are taking steps back into your old habits. In the short time, we’ve been around each other, you took on a rapid change and I must admit, I like the Simon I have come to know, not the one I despised meeting. I just don’t want you to revert to your old ways.”

“You’re right, Myka. I promise to watch my actions. Agreed?”

“Simon, you’re a grown-up. I’m not asking you to not live, just don’t fall back.”

I pour two glasses and tap the back of the seat in front of me, getting my brother's attention.

“What you do that for?”

“I think we should toast Myka.”

“Right on. Hey Stix, Mike. Let’s stand and toast our sweet Myka.”

“All right. I think it is well deserved and well overdue.”

“Attention passengers. May I have your attention”.

“Simon, please don’t,” she begs with an embarrassed smile.

“Too late,” I state. “My bandmates and I have heard our new single has been certified gold after only a week in release. The press plans this lovely woman has put in place made all of that possible including the free glass of bubbly you're sipping on. So, join us, Osiris, in thanking the world's best, most beautiful, and dear lord is she sexy, Public Relations manager for a job well done. Thank you, Myka Johnson. Cheers!”

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MYKA

“Hi, Lenny. Yes, the guys did great with the radio interview. They were quite ecstatic when I shared the gold status with them. So much they bought champagne for everyone.”

For a cross-continent flight and a brief three-hour nap before the radio interview here in Miami, I am surprisingly refreshed. The next stop is in NYC, and then we head home, and I for one will be happy to be back in my place. Before we left London, I made sure to email Lenny and copied Carter to make sure I had my own room. It wasn’t bad until we almost kissed, then things turned…awkward. It was clear we didn’t know how to behave around each other. But at the same time, we couldn’t act like there was something between us. We never talked about the moment that almost was and when he invited the flight attendant for a mile-high ride, I was livid with anger. Clearly, we need to address the matter, but right now, we’ve been invited to a beach party by one of the local DJs. I can use this to spin a positive light on the group popping up, doing live appearances, and loving all genres of music, making themselves and their music accessible to all music lovers.

My room phone rings.

“Hey, Lenny. Let me get that call. I hope the guys haven’t got into any kind of trouble.” We disconnect and I rush to answer the other call.

“This is Myka.”

“Please explain to me why we are going to the beach again?”

“To expand your fan base, or at least make yourselves accessible to all. DJ Reggie is an eclectic music lover. He personally invited you all and I think this will be great for all of us. I can network and you all can make new fans.”

“Will I get to see you in a bikini?”

“Bye Simon. I’ll see you downstairs soon.” I hang up the phone and shake my head. “What am I going to do with Mr. Ashton?” I declare loudly to the open space. I entertain the thought of wearing one of the three bikini choices Brianna slipped into my bag, removing the ones I selected and foregoing the simple shorts and tank top ensemble I did pick out.

Maybe, I think as I hold up the vibrant red number and exchange it for the white. I hold them both against my skin, making comparisons and finally opting for the red one and will pair it with my white sarong. May as well have a little fun while I’m here.

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