Page 80 of Falling for the Rockstar

MYKA

“Umm, where the hell have you been all weekend missy? And don’t say shit about helping Simon with his “addiction” because Mickey told me he didn’t hear from him all weekend either and he damn near missed the morning meeting. So, spill the fucking tea.” Brianna takes a sip of her beverage and looks at me with dagger vision.

We didn’t exactly say we were going to tell the world, jus that it was something we needed to put out there because nosey people, i.e., Brianna and his band mates, will want to know. I devise a redirect taking me off the hot seat as I take my chair at the table for our weekly lunch.

“Um, what are you doing talking to Mickey? Seems to me you’re the one that needs to spill the tea. Did you fuck him, miss “I’m not falling for my clients”?” I sip on my water, and she chokes when I drop those little words on her.

“Touché, Myka. I did say that, but I don’t know. Something about him is different.”

“The accent? You know how you love the British culture.”

“It’ more than that. We talked a little at the release party and I was digging his vibe. Then he did that body shot off me and well, I wanted to see what else he could do.”

“Oh, my god. You really did?”

“Mmph. Yes, I did. And again, and again.”

We scream in the middle of the restaurant and all eyes turn toward our table and the maître d rushes to see what the commotion is about.

“Is everything okay?” He questions.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought I saw a rat and Myka reacted off of me. But it’s just that guy’s bad toupee. We’re okay now.”

He found amusement in Brianna’s comment, although the reason was different, she wasn’t lying about the bad wig.

I snicker under my breath, “We’re sorry. I’ll pay for a bottle of wine for these three tables for the inconvenience.” I conveniently flash my business card barring the name of my boss, flutter my lashes and give a little sexy apologetic pout. He smiles in response and relaxes.

“Ah, yes. I’ll make sure they get those complimentary bottles pronto. Enjoy your meal, ladies.”

“Myka, girl that guy almost lost his mind when you batted those eyes.”

“I don’t do that often, but anything not to cause a scene or a headline.” I take another sip and redirect back to her, so she won’t bring Simon back up.

“So, you fucked Simon all weekend, didn’t you?”

My timing is bad today.

“No. He has urges to be with other women to fit this persona of a rockstar. So, we talked all weekend.”

“While fucking. Just admit it.”

This is a no win battle, so I give her something to chew on. “We kissed and I let him feel me up.”

“You did that in Miami, remember. Why you don’t want to admit you had the time of your sexual life this weekend.”

“Bri, nothing happened. I promise. Now can we please have our lunch?” My annoyance comes through, and she catches on.

“I’m sorry. I just thought maybe you let go of that old relationship and got you someone that won’t take advantage of you or your status in this industry.”

I know she has a lot more she wants to say, but she backs down and shovels a bite of her salad in her mouth.

“Look Bri, I know…” I pause mid-sentence when my eyes land on the current subject of discussion and his fiancé.

My eyes widen and emotions catch in my throat.

Bri looks to me then swivels around in time to see them approach our table.

“Myka, good to see you. You’re looking quite well. Like there’s a glow about you,” he says. He conveniently holds the hand of his soon-to-be wife that bares the huge engagement ring while she rubs on her growing baby bump.

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