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I fight the sting of my tears and put my car into park. “Andy, I’m walking in.” I disconnect the call and brace for the fight of my life as I stroll through the doors of the bar.
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SIMON
“What the fuck are you doing here? Andy did you call her? Well, we don’t need your services here, my pet. So, you can return to your office and make money. You’re not welcomed here.”
“Simon, you need to have a conversation with Myka.” Andy pleads.
“Why? So, she can do another sneak video and post it for the world to see? I’m sure what I did here tonight is already getting hits on multiple video servers.”
“Simon,” she begins.
Her voice is like angels calling to me. I can feel the hurt in her tone and see it even more in her eyes. Fuck, look at what I did I internalize, staring at her from her head to her manicured feet.
“Simon, what are you doing?”
“Living my life like a rock star. Or better yet, helping you earn your salary, since that’s what’s important.”
She shakes her head and the look in her eyes lets me know I’ve yet struck another blow to her heart.
“Simon, the band has expressed their concern with your behavior of late and this is not a good look for Osiris. I think you should voluntarily check into a treatment facility.”
Myka doesn’t maintain eye contact, and I know it’s because she wants to avoid seeing me like this and not become emotionally attached.
“Do they help with broken hearts? Cause that’s the only thing that’s wrong with me.” I gulp the last of the bottle I am nursing, and when empty, throw it to the floor, joining the other shattered pieces of glass. “Oh look, that looks like my heart. You’re familiar with that, right Myka?”
“Simon please,” she ekes out with a crackled voice. A tear falls and travels slowly down her cheek. It is soon joined by another.
The pain on her face ricochets to my heart and I can’t stomach it any longer.
I walk out of the bar and catch a waiting cab to a friend’s place hoping he has what I need to completely numb me from feeling anything.
The ride through the city is quiet, which I’m thankful for since everything is spinning. The driver tries to make conversation, but I ignore him. Mark’s house is a little out of the way, but he’s a dealer to the stars. The ones you’d never know what their occupation is, based on appearance alone. Sometimes I don’t indulge in the narcotics he distributes. There are instances when I hide at his place and just think. And it’s painfully clear after seeing Myka, I have a lot to think about. Why does she have to be so damn beautiful? The memory of our first time together haunts me day and night. From the sweet taste of her pussy to the way she arches her back when she’s reached her orgasmic peak for the third time. Fuck, I miss her, but I can’t be with her any longer. She violated a part of me that I hold sacred. It’s the only good thing left in my life.
We pull into the circular drive and after I tip the driver. I get out and approach the door. It swings open and there beyond the threshold is my pal, Mark. He’s holding a tray with a variety of narcotics and two almost naked girls flank him.
“There’s my favorite guy,” he shouts with a blunt clenched between his teeth. “Ladies, hand Mr. Ashton his drink.”
They follow his command and bring me a scotch neat, and the same style blunt he’s enjoying. I’m sure it's laced with something, but either way I decline the smoke.
“I’ll just have the drink for now, Mark.” I take it from the lovely lady on my right hands’ and follow him to his living area where we sit on the oversized large couch.
“Whoa, what’s wrong, my dude?”
I think about how I want to approach the matter before speaking. “I don’t know, man. I was or rather still am in love with this amazing woman, but she violated my trust.”
He takes a drag of his weed and passes it to one of the girls. “How she do that?” he asks, exhaling the smoke.
“She took a video of me and posted it on our labels site as a behind-the-scenes moment.”
“How did she get access to the site? Is she a hacker? Cause I could use one of them to take care of my student loans.” He chuckles, and I laugh with him.
“No, she works for us as the band's PR.” I finish my drink and signal for another.
The leggy brunette with the light brown eyes smiles as she retrieves my empty glass and saunters over to the bar.
The old Simon would have smacked her on her arse or maybe even copped a feel to see if her well was wet, but for some reason he remains hidden.
