Page 96 of Falling for the Rockstar

“I have tried to call you several times. I’ve sent emails, flowers, even those warm cookies you like so much. All have been returned or blocked…except for the treats. I can only assume Amber took care of those.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” I deadpan. Giving him no sign of my internal feelings at this moment. I must remain strait-laced and assertive.

“Your food is getting cold. May I come in?”

There goes my defense strategy,Not wanting to cause a scene, I step to the side and show him in with a motion of my arm, closing and locking the door behind us.

He places the food on the kitchen counter and washes his hands before taking a plate from the cupboard and placing two pieces of pizza and three wings on it… the way I like it. Setting the plate on the breakfast counter, he pours a glass of wine and places it beside the dish.

“Come, sit.”

“No, I think I’m good where I’m at. Are you avoiding my question?”

“Not really. I’m just trying to buy time with you for as long as I can. After I say what I have to, you may not invite me to stay any longer. So, I have to make this count.”

I walk over to the counter and take the wine. I know this will be needed to help me through this night for sure. Inhaling deeply, I encourage him to continue with a nod.

He steps around from the kitchen and comes to me, his eyes focused, no emotion showing on his face. He’s serious, and I must admit, I’m a little nervous myself.

As he moves closer, he wipes his hands repeatedly on the paper towel he snagged from the counter, yet never breaking eye contact. Soon we are within a few inches of each other’s space. Simon removes my glass from my hand, sets it on the sofa table, and takes my hand in his.

The warmth of his touch surges through me, replacing the coldness I have held in me for the last few weeks. My knees give a little, but not so much that I need support. I play it off as if I’m repositioning my stance.

“Myka, I apologize for the way I lashed out at you. I now understand your intentions were pure and innocent and I shouldn’t have stated otherwise. I most certainly shouldn’t have mentioned your previous relationship as a tool to further cause you pain. I didn’t like the way I made you feel, and it was evident in those beautiful brown eyes of yours. I can only hope you can forgive me, as I can barely forgive myself. I should’ve allowed you to explain because I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.” He releases my hands and steps away, breaking his gaze with my own.

I wring my hands a few times until I firmly press them together and bring them to my lips. I close my eyes for a moment to focus on my words. He at least deserves a response. He’s always deserved a chance to apologize, but I took that away by shutting him out. When I open my eyes, he’s walking toward the door.

“Simon, wait,” I plead, rushing to the door to stop him from leaving. I cautiously place my hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry too,” I sob. “I wish I could take back my actions. You trusted me with a very special moment in your life and I saw it as something else. That was selfish of me. And you’re right I could never hurt you and I didn’t want to put anything before you or our relationship. I should’ve talked to you about my plans instead of thinking I could surprise you and for my actions, I am truly, truly sorry. Please forgive me.”

His lips turn upward, and this relieves pressure on my heart and in my stomach. He sweeps his thumbs across both my cheeks removing any tears that remain. “I’ve missed touching your sweet face,” he whispers. “Do you forgive me?” He places a kiss on my forehead.

Emotions spill over silently as I look up at him and nod.

“Yes, I manage to mutter,” “Yes, I do. Will you forgive me?”

Taking my mouth with his is all the answer I need. Small breaks between the deep, warm, wet kisses only allow enough time for us to catch our breath.

He scoops me up and takes me over to the couch, our lips staying locked on the short journey until he gently places me on the cushions and takes a seat beside me.

“I do have one more favour to ask of you.” He takes my hand into his and nibbles along the back. “Will you come back to Osiris? Not as our PR rep, but I want you to take on the full duties of the A&R rep and consult with Lenny and the label on musical direction."

"I'm not sure I should. I mean it's not a good thing if we are dating for me to be involved in your business. We learned that the hard way and I don’t want to go through that again."

“No, we don’t,” he quips.

My gaze follows him as he stands to his feet and continues with his explanation.

“Tonight, I took a chance and performed the song at the concert. Not only did the crowd love it, but they also sang along without being prompted. It was the most euphoric feeling I have ever felt. Sebastian was even teary-eyed, but don't let him know I told you. At that moment, I knew you were right. Perhaps you always were. When we were resting in the dressing room, I overheard my mates talk about you and how you may have been onto something. Shortly after, my brother came over and said I should call you. I knew you still had me blocked and I didn't want to deceive you by using one of their phones or your friends. They probably wouldn't let me use theirs anyway."

"Likely not,” I laugh.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know what to do. Part of me was spiraling back to the man you met in the beginning, but the other part wanted to be the man who I am today, because of you.” He pleads, eyes wide with passion and voice full of life and love.

We both were so arrogant in our choices. It cost us time away from something that was growing into a beautiful thing. I know I said I don’t do repeats on my relationships, but I think this one is the exception to my rule.

He kneels onto the floor in front of me, his gaze locking with mine. “So, what do you say? Can you come back and work with us? I promise to be on my best behaviour.” His lips turn into a delicious smirk.

I lean forward and kiss those lips, softly at first. “Are we a couple again?” I ask before giving him a definite answer.

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