Page 72 of Falling for the Rockstar

I turn her around so I can place the jewelry on her. “When words fail, music speaks. Sometimes I may not know what exactly to say or even say the right things, but I always have music and I’m better able to express myself through that format.”

“Oh, Simon. That’s beautiful.”

“No, Myka. You’re beautiful.”

We stare at each other for a brief minute, allowing this moment to wash over us.

She places a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. How about another drink?”

“Yes. Please barkeep, another round.”

I fix her another one of my signature drinks and allow the evening to continue. Everyone is having a great time. The songs on the playlist are ours of course, but also other songs from the top 100 that were carefully selected by one of my radio friends. The ladies are dancing and singing along to some of the songs, and well, Myka is wee bit drunk by two in the morning.

“Simon, go show me your room,” she slurs.

“I don’t think so. You’re wasted.”

“So. Don’t you like women when they are ini, ini, eeny meeny miney moberated?”

“Myka, love. I think you need to go home and sleep this off. I’ll get Brianna.”

“No, Simon. I want you to go put me to bed, bed bed. Im’ma put you to bed, bed, bed.” She starts singing and dancing on me to an R&B song she continues to stumble through, and I know it is time for her to go settle somewhere.

I search for anyone to help, and Brianna shows up right on time.

“Bri, she’s singing and dancing about putting her to bed.”

“Yeah, she gets very amorous when she is drunk. Go put her in the bed and I promise she’ll be sleep in a matter of minutes. Just keep her here and I’ll get her in the morning.” She looks at Andy and back at me. “Make that tomorrow afternoon. Besides, I have her keys and he’s taking me home. Come on Andrew. I’m gonna show you the time of your life.”

My inkling is confirmed when those two leave hand-in-hand. Amber and Sebastian are cozied up on the couch, and I know they will soon disappear, likely to the other wing of my house where his room is located.

“Come on love, let me go put you in bed. George, can you make sure the guests are sent home via a car service if they are too intoxicated.”

“Yes, sir. Of course. Another successful evening. Goodnight, sir. I’ll help the staff clean up.”

I grab a water and escort Myka up the stairs and to my bedroom.

We enter and I ease her onto the bed and set the water on the nightstand.

She stands and removes her shorts, revealing her shapely beautiful brown legs and her voluptuous ass with a boy short accent.

“What are you doing?” I ask when she tries to remove her top.

“I’m trying to give you what I know you want.” She removes the chain link halter, exposing what I figured to be a perfect set of tits.

The coolness of the air hits her nipples, and they constrict to beautiful little buds. I want to lick them and warm them in my mouth, but I can’t.

“Myka, please put your top back on.”

“What’s the matter Simon, never slept with a Black woman before?”

“Of course, I have. I’ve probably slept with an alien, given my history of promiscuity.”

“Then come show me what makes all the girls crazy about, Simon Ashton.” She lies back onto the bed and spreads her legs wide.

All the strength a man can muster is keeping me from taking advantage of her drunken state.

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