How to Steal Your Best Friend's Fiancé - London Casey Page 0,98
finished her last song.
Everyone clapped for her.
I snuck down to the side of the stage and waited.
“Up next… we have a unique vocalist… he goes by the name of… Emily’s Desire…”
I walked up on the stage and took the baseball cap off.
The place was packed.
People standing shoulder to shoulder, all looking at me.
I knew Emily was here.
She, Carla, and Faye were singing a little later.
And the only way to get Emily’s attention…
I sighed into the mic. “I’m going to make it clear up here. I’m not going to stop singing until I get my Em back. I apologize. Please don’t throw anything too heavy at me.”
With that, I started to sing.
In two seconds, everyone there knew I couldn’t sing.
And anyone who saw the first show I put on (which felt like a lifetime ago) also knew I couldn’t sing.
I wasn’t going to stop.
The booing sound rained down on me and I put my arms out and waved it on.
I sang a long note that was sour enough to bust eardrums.
Then I stopped.
“Finally!” someone yelled.
“Where’s my Em?” I asked.
I looked around.
No sight of her.
“Okay, time to sing again,” I said.
There was a large NO but I ignored it.
I started to sing again.
It was bad.
Very bad.
I heard the screeching sound of a voice and looked to my left.
I saw Carla jumping up and down, waving her hands.
Next to her, Emily.
I kept singing.
Faye appeared and put her hands together, begging me to stop.
“I love you, Em!” I cried out in the worst singing voice known to man.
People started to cover their ears.
Then my mic went dead.
They cut me off.
I tried to sing but there was no sound through the speakers.
I stepped away from the mic and everyone started to clap.
“You suck!”
“Thank you!” I yelled back.
I walked to the edge of the stage and jumped off.
Standing in front of Emily.
People around me were clapping that I was done singing and telling me how bad of a singer I was.
“Do you feel better now?” Emily asked.
“Seeing you… yes.”
“Oh, he’s so gorgeous,” Carla said.
“Come on, Carla, we’re going for a walk,” Faye said.
I stared at Emily.
“Well?” she asked.
“I just wanted to see you. Tell you I love you. You were put into an unfair position in all of this. Thrown around. You were taken advantage of. Your heart is amazing, Em. And whoever gets it needs to be careful. I should have been more careful. But I know I can take care of it. If you don’t believe me, that’s fine. I’ll just keep singing every night until you do.”
“You are never getting on that stage again, Liam,” Emily said.
“We’ll see about that,” I said.
I moved closer to her and kissed her cheek.
“I fucking love you with all my heart, babe. What a fucking mess. I was greedy because I lost so much time with you.”
I moved by her and she grabbed my arm.
“That’s it?” Emily asked.
“What?”
“You sing like shit and say a few sweet words and walk away?”
“If I stay, Em, I’m going to kiss you. I’m going to grab you, kiss you, love you, and I’m going to ruin your fucking night. You have a show to put on.”
“You could still kiss me.”
When I saw that first little smile on her face, my heart skipped more than a few beats.
I pulled her against me and touched her face.
“Liam, I’m sorry too. I was just as much a part of this as you. I wanted it. I went for it. I knew things could get messy. Then when they did, I walked away. I hid. But this place saved me from myself. The music. Finding myself. And that was all thanks to you.”
“We can talk later, Em,” I said. “Right now I need to kiss you. Then cheer you on when you sing.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” she said.
I gently pressed my lips to hers.
Everyone around us cheered.
I finally did something right with my mouth.
My tongue flicked the nub of her clit and her hips lifted off the bed.
I was plenty good with my mouth - just not singing.
My hands moved to her ass and I held her, not stopping until I tasted all of her dripping honey.
Emily pulled a pillow over her face and let out a long cry of relief.
She began to swell, her hips shaking, seconds away from coming.
I moved my hands around to her stomach and slid my right hand up her body to cup her breast.
When my fingertips grazed her hard nipple, she started to come.