Page 25 of Falling for the Rockstar

SIMON

“This is a rather posh establishment you selected, Ms. PR lady,” I comment when we arrive. So far Myka has been a woman of her word. She inspired me to clean up a bit, but not too much. The guys all got a new image, and I must admit, these changes seem to breathe new life into Osiris. When we arrived, the press was there and immediately the photo hounds start snapping away. We were soon ushered to the stage where we are awaiting the junket to begin.

“I have my pull when it comes to publicity for my clients.”

She makes eyes with those who have gathered while nervously twiddling her fingers.

“Why are you nervous?” I take her hands and help ease her anxiety.

She lets out a deep breath. “I have to admit, this is a larger the scale than I’m used to handling. Although the set-up is the same, I can’t help but think a shoe will drop somewhere.” She looks me over once and rolls her eyes. “Knowing you, it’ll be in the form of another paternity suit.”

I laugh. “Come on love. I sleep around, yes, but I am careful. By the way, don’t let that get out.”

She giggles and her smile lingers a bit.

“Ah, she can be amused ladies and gentlemen.” Her smile dances in her eyes and for a minute, I feel a different twinge. Of course, I feel it in my cock, but this feeling is different. I can’t place where it is coming from.

“I’m here to change your rep not to enhance it, Mr. Ashton,” she remarks.

“Excuse me, Ms. Johnson, we are mic’d up and ready to start,” the hotel staff announces.

“Okay, thanks.” Myka waves Amber over, who is clearly smitten with my brother.

“Yeah boss,” she says when she approaches.

This clearly annoys Myka who glares at her.

“Amber, make sure the goodie bags are ready to distribute and get Raul and Margo to pass them out. We’re going to the stage now.”

“Okay. The reception hall is set up too for after the presser,” Amber adds.

“Wonderful. Well, gentlemen, your public awaits.” Myka beams with her announcement.

Amber turns and walks in the opposite direction, sharing a longing glance with Sebastian before getting to her task.

The guys all walk toward the backdrop with our new album cover art, and a few photographs are snapped.

“Simon, why aren’t you with them?” Myka asks.

“I-I don’t know. I usually do these things with a bit of encouragement, if you will, but somehow, you’ve managed to remove that from me, and now I have to stand on my own.”

“Simon, you’ve been sober for the past five days and have managed to annoy me each time I’ve seen you. I’d say you are still the same you. Go join your crew and I’ll monitor from the sidelines.”

“I’d feel better if you’d hold my hand.”

“Not on your life, Simon Ashton. Now go.”

Myka struts away in her fitted leather skirt and stilettos, and my dick has an urge to brush up against her bum. I disregard my thoughts and join my brother and friends and snap a few pictures for their press releases via blogs, magazines, or other media mediums. After which, we sit at the table and prepare for the question-and-answer segment of today's circus.

“Hello, ladies and gents,” I shout. A few adoring fans were selected to be here today courtesy of the label. Goes without saying, the screams are plentiful.

“We love you Osiris,” a few of the enchanting fans shout.

“We love you too,” we reply.

I glance over to Myka who isn't paying attention at all. She’s engaged in a conversation. A rather heated one, judging by her body language.

“How did you come up with the title Dead End for your new record?” one reporter asks.

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