Can't Let Her Get Away!

Chapter Eleven

Before I was going away on tour with Devon, we had to hold a press conference. He wanted to tell people all about me and him. To explain what happened with us on the island. And that it was over with his ex.

His ex-put a tell all in a magazine clipping. Devon was not to thrilled with her doing that without his consent. I did not blame him. I only hoped my ex did not start any drama along with her.

I was fussing about in the bedroom. Picking out the perfect outfit. I fixed my hair and my makeup. I did not have a lot of jewelry. So, I put what I had on. A set my auntie gave me for Christmas a few years ago. It was a sliver set of earrings and necklace. I wore a slick black dress.

I happened to know Devon tended to wear a lot of reds and blacks in his outfits. I would match if I wore black with him. We would look like a power couple. I was no super model. But I loved Devon. And I wanted the world to know that I had his best interest at heart.

Maybe his fans would love me to. I could only hope. After all I had been the one to save Devon. They had to like me, right? I was looking for my red high heels. That would make my red nails stand out that I done.

I normally did not wear nail polish. Only clear polish. Because I was always chipping my nails. I fuss around in my closet Devon had given me. I sigh as I give up trying to find my red shoes. I had to get used to staying here!

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"Baby where are you?" Devon calls out for me. "Are you ready to go Melody?"

"In here Devon!" I call back to him.

Devon comes wandering in. He laughs when he sees the mess I had made in my closet.

"What is so funny Jackson?" I state.

"It looks like a tornado hit in here" he snickers.

"That is, it. I am not going! I can't find my red high heels" I complain.

"You mean the one's over there in the corner on the right-hand side?" he asks me.

I glance over to where he was pointing. They were peeking under a pile of clothing on the floor. "Oh, you found them! Thanks Devon" I sigh. I get up and grab my shoes. I put them on. I wobble in them. Devon catches me by the arm. "I never have been good at walking in these" I laugh.

"Why are you wearing them sweetheart?" he asks me.

"I wanted to look nice for you" I add.

He was wearing black. The outfit had hints of gold and red. His sunglasses rest on top of his head. He looked fantastic as always. So handsome. His curly hair was perfect.

He smiles down at me looking amused by me. I am blushing now. He leans in kissing me on the lips sweetly. I smile up at him as my eyes flutter open.

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"You look beautiful" he tells me. "I never have seen you this dressed up before" he adds.

"Well we are together now. I want to look good for you. Not for them" I remark.

He grins. "Like a power couple?" he asks me.

He really got me.

"Yes" I agree.

"Are you ready now?" he asks me.

"Ready boss!" I joke.

"No more boss. You are my lady" he says.

I frown. "I need to go get a job now then. I can't mooch off you" I warn him.

"Then you are still working for me, but I will have to give you a new job title" he teases.

He pulls me closer to him. 

He nibbles kisses on my neck.

I giggle as I wrap my arms around his neck.

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"Devon dear we are going to be late" I warn him.

"Oh well I can be late. Make them wait" he jokes.

"Michael come on babe. Let's get this over with?" I plead.

"Fine..." he sighs.

We pull apart. He looks me up and down stopping to check me out. He whistles making me blush. I giggle. I shake my head. He places his hand in mine. Then leads me out of there. He was so adorable sometimes.

Well all the time! I would follow him anywhere. He knew that now. We had a limo waiting for us outside. His bodyguard was up front with the limo driver. We hop inside the limo and are off to the press conference.

I knew what to expect from them. I had attended many with Devon before. In the past. I would take notes of all the questions they asked Devon. So, if anything false got though I could look back in the notes and have proof he did not say any such thing.

I was always one of Devon's protectors. I always would be looking after his best interest. I snuggle over at his side. He rests his head on top of mine.

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"What do you want to do for our last night at home? Before we are traveling again?" he asks me thoughtfully.

"I just want to be with you" I mention. "Watching movies. Sleeping in together. Just being by your side"

"That can be arranged" he tells me. He squeezes my hand in his.

Soon we are pulling into a parking lot. Going to the press conference. We hear cheering in the parking lot. Fans had gathered there.

They got word Devon was going to be here! That happened all the time. Devon was always spotted. No wonder he loved being on the island. Away from it all. Being able to wander and roam as he pleased without being bothered.

I lean in kissing him on the lips. "Welcome home king of pop" I tease playfully.

He grins at me. I wipe off my lipstick from his cheek with my hand.

"Are you sure you are ready for this? You can wait here" he offers. "I can handle them all"

I shake my head. "No this is about us. I can do this as long as you are by my side" I vow.

He nods. "Alright" he tells me.

The driver opens the door. Camera's flash in our face. Devon puts on his sunglasses. He takes me by the hand and tucks it protectively under his arm. He helps me out of the limo.

Our guard follows us. Keeping fans at bay. Devon stops to hug a few crying teens who call to him desperately. He signs a few posters before we head inside for the conference. This was it. I could do this. Nothing to it!

Right?