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MYKA
Ilie awake in my bed at three a.m. I haven't been able to sleep for the past three weeks. The way Simon broke my heart, with not his actions, but his words is irrecoverable. My intentions were not to hurt him, and he knows I value trust more than anything, but how could he think I would put business before our relationship? I just wanted to help. It stung like a wasp's barb straight to my heart. I was falling for my rock star. Head over heels in love with him. Now I can't shake the thought I will never have love like that again. The tenderness of his touch always sends electric pulses soaring through my body. The strong accent would have me creaming each time he whispered dirty nothings in my ear. The way he paid attention to my feelings before, during, and after sex. And as great as he is in bed, he was an even better friend.
How can I be so stupid? I scroll through my phone, looking for a way to distract my mind and heart from the pain I feel.
Rock star Back to His Old Wayssplashes across my screen. A headline from one of the entertainment mags I follow. Along with the caption is a picture of Simon kissing some girl. Talk about adding insult to injury. My heart sinks into the depths of my stomach and it churns as I study the image before me. He has a bottle of liquor in one hand and his tongue deep down into the throat of his escort. Her hand placement gives me moment to pause as it is firmly on his cock, and he appears to be enjoying every moment. I wince at the vision and quickly scroll down the page only to be met with the news of Cornelius and his fiancée’s birth of their child.
If Murphy’s Law is trying to get my attention, it certainly has it now. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and do not intend to stop. I contort into the fetal position and sob uncontrollably. Have I always been this distant in relationships where business outweighs everything? When reflecting on Cornelius and me, our happiest times were in the beginning, when I didn’t have clients to keep happy or build their brand, when I was studying journalism and interning at Power Charts magazine. I reach into my nightstand and remove a king-sized candy bar to try and soothe my pain. Not ideal for this time of the morning but at this point, I don’t care. It’s obvious he’s moved on from me and this isn’t the first I’ve heard of his antics since our split. He’s been absent at meetings, not returning phone calls, and not responding to emails sent by anyone. I have a meeting in four hours with Meteor, and I’m sure they will ask me about how to clean up this latest headline, and I’ll have to somehow separate head and heart on this one and I'm not sure if I will be able to.
My phone rings, which is odd for this time of the morning. The number is unfamiliar, but I answer it out of curiosity.
“Hello?” A lot of background noise is audible, and I can’t make out anything that is being spoken except I do recognize his voice.
“Who gives a shit about love? It hurts more than jumping off a building into a pool filled with shards of glass. I loved her and she loved money more than me.” His words are slurred but they hurt, nonetheless.
“Myka, this is Andy. My friend called me to the bar when Simon became belligerent and throwing bottles. The cops are here now to arrest him, and I needed to call you quick.”
I sit up quickly while I get my head around the whole situation. “What happened?”
“My friend said he was here with a woman, and she asked him a question about that video that is circulating of him playing that one song.”
My breathing increases to pants and my heart rate increases. “What happened next?”
“He yelled at her, told her to bugger off and then started throwing shit. I called Lenny and he said you’re the one responsible for his actions and for me to call you.”
Fuck, I think internally. Carter is going to have my ass for this mishap. I suck in a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I’ll be there in a few. Send me the address.”
“Please hurry. I’ll let the officers know you are on the way.”
We disconnect and I call Carter to stop the arrest before it’s too late.
“This better be good,” he answers without the customary hello.
“I wish it were. Simon is damaging a bar and it's all my fault.”
“I’ll call LAPD and get the charges dropped and smooth things over. You get to the bar now and get him calm. I will call tomorrow, and I want a full explanation.” He disconnects without a word, but believe me, none are needed.
I dress in record time and call Andy back.
“I’m on my way. Please do not alert him to my coming and don't let him out of your sight.”
“Who are you talking to, mate?” Simon slurs in the background.
“Oh, I’m just talking to the car service. They’ll be here in about ten minutes” Andy covers.
“Just as well, this place is trash anyway. I mean look at all the glass on the floor. You’d think as much as we spend, they’d be able to keep it a little clean.” The sound of glass being emptied is heard and I can only imagine a bar ban is on the way.
“Yes, ten minutes and we will be ready,” Andy says, using code tactics.
“I’ll be there in three. Andy, do you know?”
“About you two? I had my suspicions, and they were proven today. And just so you know, I don’t see anything wrong with what you did. In fact, none of us do.”
As comforting as that is to hear, it's not from the lips of the one I want to hear it from. I hop into my car and speed over to the bar around the corner from my place, keeping Andy on the phone so I am aware of the situation as I approach.
“We’ve actually been wanting to try a little different style, but Simon is afraid of change. He’s been like that since we were kids.”
“Andy, the cops are not going to press charges. I knew my celebrity would be a good thing. Who needs a PR when I can take care of me self?”
