Stick to the Plan

Ch.13: Escape📱

I didn't want to wake up Morgan last night when I got the DM, but I shook her awake the next morning around nine. She groaned, opened her eyes, and then smiled at the fact that I stayed.

"Morning, sunshine," she said, her voice raspy from sleep. I found it so sexy.

"Good morning my angel. I have a surprise for you that I know you're really gonna like," I said, cupping her cheek. She glanced at my lips.

"I'm down, but we should brush our teeth first," Morgan replied, sliding her hands up my sides.

"I'm afraid you misunderstood me. That's not the surprise," I said, pushing my hand in her hair and giving her a light head massage. She closed her eyes in bliss.

"Is this it?" She asked, a smile flickering on her lips.

"Nope. It's something much better. Just, here," I said, finding the DM and showing her. She knitted her eyebrows at first, and then, her eyes got huge.

She dropped the phone in my lap, looking at me distrustfully.

"That isn't real is it? It must be a knockoff account," Morgan said, very pessimistic about the situation. I showed her that it was the real page, and she shook her head, a wild smile appearing on her face.

"Oh. My. Fucking. GOD! THIS IS HUGE! Beyoncé, Lil Nas X, and Mariah Carey are all signed to Columbia Records. I just can't believe it. I won't. Nothing this good could ever happen to me. I don't deserve it," Morgan said doubtfully. "Maybe they're just pulling my leg."

"No! It's real! Come on, Morgan, you know your voice is amazing. And you can play? And you're hot? Shit, I'd want you too. And I do," I told her, putting my hand on the back of her neck. "Trust me, you deserve this. Now write them back. You can do it on my phone, just say it's you." I handed her the device back, and she was typing for a bit before she said,

"How does this sound? 'Hello Columbia Records. This is the girl from the video, Morgan Crespo. I would love to take you up on your offer to sign me. When and where would you like to meet to discuss this further? I live in LA so it wouldn't be a problem. Also thank you so much for this amazing opportunity. I've always respected the company and the great art you put out. Have a lovely day and I hope to hear from you soon!' That good?"

"Yes, it's excellent. Wait, I never knew your last name," I said. I was curious.

"Yep. Not proud of it, because it's my dad's name, but at least he had the decency to leave my life instead of stay in it and fuck it up for good, like my mom did," Morgan said, glancing at the tattoo again. I took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"She didn't. You have this amazing chance to turn your life around and do something you love, and you're taking it. That's one step in the right direction." I wanted to kiss her so bad, but I knew she wanted to brush first, so I held myself back.

"You're right. And now I can even leave the gang! I'm putting my foot down," she said to me, and I was proud of her for making that decision.

"Okay, now I really have to brush my teeth," I said, squirming from under her. "So I can reward you."

"Huh?" Morgan asked, confused.

"Reward you for getting a fucking record deal of course," I answered, making it simple.

"Yes I know, but how are you going to do that?" She asked. I'm sure she knew the answer, but I told her anyway.

"You're probably going to sit on my face, love. Well, not probably. You are," I demanded, throwing her a wink before going to the bathroom and using the extra toothbrush Morgan told me she had.