Sorry for the "shortish" chapter, but trying to organize my thoughts and not make chapters extremely long.
"Freddie?" Cynthia whispered.
All five heads turned towards the soft voice. There was Cynthia, who knows how long she was standing there and how much had she heard?
Freddie jumped up and ran to her, "Darling" he said.
"I just came back Freddie, I couldn't stand leaving you alone like that. I went to the deli and bought some chicken soup, I thought that might ease your stomach, but...I..eh...guess, you don't need it." She place the bag on the table, turned around and walked out of Freddie's suite as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"SHIT" Freddie yelled.
"Cyn, wait!" cried Freddie
"Why Freddie, wait for what, for lies?" with tears rolling down her cheeks, she left the suite.
"Omg! What am I going to do now, I'm fucked"
"Go after her, you numbskull and bring her back by any means and explain it to her" John said as he squeezed Freddie's shoulder.
Freddie looked at the boys as they nodded and he darted out of the room forgetting to put on his trainers.
The elevator closed as Freddie approached so he had to resort to flying down countless flights to beat her to the lobby. He threw open the door and made it to the lobby before the elevator door opened. He stood their breathing heavily as he spied his left foot bleeding. Tapping his other foot waiting for the lift to descend he noticed a few gawkers taking out their cameras.
The elevator finally arrived and the doors opened to let several people out. There in the corner with her back to the door was Cynthia softly crying. Something new to him, as he was inclined to press each floor much to the consternation of his bandmates, he stepped in and only pressed PH to get to his suite. The door closed and Cynthia glared at Freddie.
"Let me out Freddie, I don't want to talk to you" Cynthia cried.
"Well, I need to talk to you"
"I don't care, I heard enough, now let me out" she cried again.
The door opened and a couple tried to enter shocked to see a shoeless Freddie Mercury.
"I'm terribly sorry dears, but this elevator is currently reserved, I have a very distraught woman here that needs privacy" Freddie said with grin.
"Help me, I'm being kidnapped and held without my permission" Cynthia said.
"Lover's spat, please wait for the next car." Freddie said
"You have some fucking nerve" Cynthia said as she retreated to a corner and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Now, now, language, dear"
"Fuck you Freddie"
"Well maybe later if you are reasonable."
The door opened to the vestibule of the Penthouse and Freddie motioned for Cynthia to step out.
"Not on your life Freddie..... asshole."
Freddie sighed as he turned toward Cynthia, reached down and grabbed her legs hoisting her over his shoulder.
"Let me go, Freddie"
"No" he said as he walked into his suite with the band sitting there.
"Boys, uh.. a little privacy, please" as he set Cynthia down.
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A Piece of My Heart
Historical FictionWhile Cynthia Lewis is hired by Princess Di to orchestrate a charitable function, Freddie Mercury has agreed to perform. Neither one of them believed that they were to meet their match. Both wealthy, successful and highly sexual, their encounter lea...
