Music Notes (Heartbeat #3) by Renee Lee Fisher Page B

go down. My mind was easing up and feeling very calm. My body wasn’t hurting me anymore either, and as I put down the last empty bottle it became apparent to me that I was not going to be able to get up too well and make it to my room.
    A gentle hand slid up around my waist. Meila leaned into me and said “Let me help you to your room, Rock Star. I promise I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want me to.” I look into her eyes, her beautiful face. Madison’s here, and she looks so lovely, smiling at me.
    “Yes, take me to my room,” I respond without hesitation. I stagger, so I lean on her frame for support. As my hand hangs over her shoulder I couldn’t help but cop a feel. I would have her beautiful breasts it my mouth as soon as we got in the room. My fingers play openly with her nipples as I swirl my fingertip round and round, and feel them harden with my touch. I knew my girl and how her body reacted to me. A few people heading in the direction of the elevator stopped and let us go ahead. They knew I was taking my woman to bed at any moment, if not in the elevator itself. Once the door shut on us, I pull my arm off her shoulder and push her up against the wall. “I can’t help myself, I love you, you are so fffuuckkking bbbeautiful MMM…” I slurred my words but my tongue found hers and I gave her everything I could in my drunken state because I wanted to be with my wife right now. Only, her kisses didn’t feel the same. She nipped at my mouth in a way I never felt and played with my chest pulling hard at my nipples unlike the softness Madison usually shows me. The elevator opens onto a floor, and I don’t even know which floor my room is on.
    Standing pressed up against her in the elevator a person walks on and then turns to me as I continue to run my hands all over her. “Man what the fuck are you doing?” I heard the person say.
    “Mind your own damn business. This was our private elevator moment until you climbed on board!” and I continue reaching my hand under my wife’s short leather skirt. I heard her purr. Damn, Madison wearing this outfit is going to make me explode.
    “I said, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, RAND?” I hear that loud and clear and back off from Madison to deal with this shithead, but it’s Kent standing in the elevator. He is looking at me dumbfounded. I look at him and then back to Madison to tell her I’m going to deposit his ass on the next floor. Only when I look at her puffy lips and the top that is pulled down showing her tits, I realize it isn’t my Madison, it is Meila.
    “Oh my God! Oh Fuck!!! You’re not Madison. What the FUCK!!! Oh shit how much did I drink?” I began to ramble with my words and curse. I was frantic and confused.
    She looked at me with a slightly wicked smile, “Oh Rand if Kent hadn’t interrupted, this would have been so good. You taste divine. I knew you would come to me eventually. Rand, I’m not going anywhere. I know you’ll be back to experience some more.”
    Kent punched the next floor button and grabbed me by my shirt. When the doors opened he flung me out in front of the hotel guests. “You stupid fuck! Are you seriously trying to ruin your life, hurt other people? How could you forget about your wife?” Kent was pacing around me like a caged animal, and hotel guests were looking at us in amusement.
    “I thought she was Madison. I drank too much, I don’t know! Listen to me man, that’s the truth, I swear on my mom’s grave, on my sister’s grave.” I must have looked pathetic. My belt buckle was undone, and in few moments Meila’s hands would have been down my pants. I shuttered at that thought and, grabbed Kent in a man hug. This was crazy. Moments ago I almost ruined my marriage, my entire life, in a drunken moment. No more. I promised him and myself that I wouldn’t drink that much again for the rest of the tour. Kent finally pushed me away from him. I was glad that there weren’t fans snapping pictures of