Star Crossed Lovers

~Chaper 16 - Sophia~

Right when Micah placed his hand at my waist to move me to his lap, both phones rang. I didn't want to answer. The outside world could stay the outside world. It was just the two of us in our little bubble. It was the way we preferred it. No one coming in or out. Just the two of us. It was all that really matter. We were all that matter.

"Leave it!" Micah pulled me roughly to his lap and began nuzzling my neck in the most tantalizing way. I moved my head to the side, giving him more access.

His hand was moving up my side to my breast, needing it gentle, then roughly, pulling the nipple through my bathing suit. Oh yes...!

"Micah...Oh God!"

Micah moved from my neck to my lips. He swept his tongue along my bottom lip, seeking entrance.

The ringing stopped on both the phones, finally. "Finally," Micah said between kisses.

I felt his hand reach around me to untie me, divesting me of my top. His hand went right back to my breast.

The ringing on our phones rang again. Was it me or was the ringing kind of insistent.

"Bloody hell!" Micah said frustratedly and pulled away from me.

Sighing, I reached for my phone at the same time, and we answered the phone, dreading who was at the other end. Micah looked at me and mouthed, "excuse me" and left the living room.

"Hello," I said after a moment.

"Sophia..." The voice on the other end was my pr. She didn't sound happy.

"Rhonda..."

"We had a plan."

"Well things changed." I couldn't help the tone in my voice.

"Like what?"

"Mary is pregnant."

"What?" Rhonda was shocked. "Is the baby his?"

"He says it's not."

"Do you believe him!"

"Yes, I do."

"Are you absolutely sure?"

Was I sure? Would we need the DNA test?

"I believe him."

"Okay, we can deal with this. We can say it was rehearsal. This is what the studio wants."

Backtrack? No fucking way am I backtracking on my relationship. "Call me when you have a better idea." I ended the call and toss the phone at the other end of our section. I reached for my top and put it on.

"No!" Micah yelled. "We are not backtracking Ava. This is not how it will work. We will come out as a couple. You will put out a statement saying my marriage to Mary is over and Sophia and are together or your fired....I don't fucking care what the studio says. Whatever shit happens, I deal with it." He ended the call, coming into the living room. "Do you know what the hell they want us to do?"

"Backtrack."

"You talked to Rhonda?"

I just nodded. The phones rang again. I didn't not want to answer. It was either the pr's or someone at the studio. I did not want to deal with any of them. I just wanted to be with Micah.

"Get dressed. We are going out."

What about the paps? Are they going to follow us? I couldn't help worrying my lip. Micah came over to me and pulled me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tightly.

"Don't worry about them. Let me handle them if we run into them." Micah face me a peck on the forehead. "Go..." he released me. I smiled at him.

Hurrying into the bathroom, I striped out of my suit, turned the water to warm, and stepped in. I didn't really give myself time to time. When I was finished, I shut the shower off, reached for a towel to dry off and then to towel dry my hair. I put deodorant on and then brushed my teeth.

I headed into our room and over to the closet, going through it. What should I wear? Red? White? Blue? No, red. I want to stand out as I go out as Micah's girlfriend in public.

Found what I wanted. A red sleeveless, square neck dress reaching just below my knees with a slit at the side. I reached for my black stappy heels at the bottom of the closet. Turning, I set them on the bed, dropped my towel, and went to the dresser opened it, and pulled out lacy, silk panties. I slide them on; they felt soft on my skin.

Reaching for the dress, I removed it from the hanger, and slipped it on, zipping it on. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I felt so happy. I guess my fans would say I am happy as a result of The Micah Effect. I couldn't help but giggle as I went into bathroom.

Quickly I dried my hair with the hair dryer. I just left it long and sleep. I stood there debating on make up. I knew Micah preferred no make up and I was ok with that, but tonight maybe a little pink blush and maybe a pink eyeshadow, and pink lipstick.

Fifteen minutes later, I was finished, and I walked out of the bathroom, grabbed my shoes, and walked out to the living room where Micah was waiting. He stood as he saw that I'd entered. He looked like he was mesmerized by me. I couldn't help the shy smile spreading across my face.

"Just need to put my shoes on." I slipped them one by one.

"You look beautiful."

We met half way and he gave me a quick peck on the lips and pulled back to give me a once over.

"Simply beautiful."

"Thank you."

Micah held out his arm to me and I slide my through and we walked towards the door together a couple. As he reached for the knob and on turned it, I heard someone outside, and I froze for a moment. I knew the paps were outside. They found us. Our house was to open for anyone to find.

When Micah opened it, the paps began taking their pics, flashes going on, recording this moment, our moment.

"How long have you been a couple?" They all said at once.

Oh my god. Micah and I glanced at each other. What did we get ourselves into?