Page 71 of Falling for the Rockstar

“Turn it up,” she demands. Tears threaten her beautiful face, and I don’t want to hear what is being reported. She looks back to me with a bit of anger in her glare and a tear streaking down her cheek. “Simon, turn the fucking TV up!”

Against my better judgment, I do as she loudly demands.

“Coca Bean was spotted at the event with his fiancée and future baby momma Nicole Christina the swimsuit model featured in this month's Empire magazine. When asked how long they’ve been dating, he replied ‘for about as long as it takes to have a baby due in three weeks. We asked about his relationship with Myka Johnson, the representative for boy band Heartthrob, and he said they were never really dating and that whatever they had ended almost a year ago, but he kept her on his staff since she is responsible for his new deal.”

I turn it off at the end of the segment and we all stand there with nothing to say.

“Sis,” Brianna goes to console her, but she pulls away.

“I’m fine, really. You know, you always have that sixth sense about these things. Never thought it would reveal itself with a baby due in three weeks. He got one thing right though, it had been over for a long time.” She pats her face with a napkin passed to her by Amber.

“I’m so sorry, Myka. Want us to go kick his arse?” Sebastian asks. It may seem like he’s joking, but he’s dead serious. Sebastian hates to see a woman hurt.

“Yeah, we can hurt him right good, Myka,” Andy adds.

“No, guys. I’m fine. Really. Besides, I thought this was a party!”

“Fuck yeah, it is!” Amber shouts.

I turn the music back on and we all get back to the evening at hand.

Brianna hugs her friend and makes sure she’s okay while I serve drinks to the other guests. A few others come by and offer sympathy for Myka who is clearly enjoying herself or putting on one helluva facade.

Andy asks for a buttery nipple, but he positions the shot glass between the tits of our stylist. I kinda felt like there was a love connection brewing, if anything at least a good fuck buddy. Andy isn’t a settle-down type, yet he isn’t out there like I am, or rather, was.

“Bottoms up, baby,” Brianna shouts as he holds his hands behind his back and cleverly places his full mouth over the glass and tosses it back, swallowing all the contents. I'm pretty sure he allowed his tongue to taste her flesh before he took the glass. And judging by her expression, she liked it.

“Myka, are you sure I can’t get you anything? I’ll even break my rule and make your Miami drink.”

“You know what, Simon; I think I will take you up on that slow fuck.”

“Okay. Are you sure? It is potent. It starts out easy and calm then it fucks you up. Hence the name.”

“You recommended it and I accept. So, pour it up, bartender.”

I take out my shaker, add a scoop of ice, the liquors, and mixes, and pour it into a chilled martini glass, and add a long-stemmed vodka-soaked cherry as a garnish.

“Here you go, my sweet.”

She takes the glass. “It better be all you say it is.”

“Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, Ms. Johnson.”

Her eyes widen and she licks her lips after her first taste. “Damn. That is really good.” She takes another pull and repeats her previous actions.

My dick twitches and grows, as I watch her tongue move over her perfect lips. One of her signatures is she always bites on her bottom lip when she wets them. It drives me insane to see such delicious action.

“What are you looking at?” she asks, catching me in full-stare mode.

I remember I have a gift for her in my pocket and use that to help cover my tracks. “Your neck seems a little bare. I think this will help make it appear less naked.”

“If you say your dick, I will punch you.”

I put the box on the counter. “Come on love, my cock is way bigger than that.”

She looks at me with tight lips and an unsure expression while opening the box.

“Simon,” she gasps. “It’s beautiful. My own little personalized guitar pick. Wait, what’s this inscription?” I Pick You

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