Wow, everyone! I viewed my traffic about four hours ago before updating chapter six, to see that nine people read this story. I check it again, four hours later, to see that NINE people read this story within that time. NINE PEOPLE. I think that's a new record for me! So thanks everyone for your love and support! You guys are awesome!
Anyways, because you all had to wait so long for the last chapter, I'm letting you all read the next (most scandalous) chapter of the story so far, sooner than usual. This is because I'm bored and I have no life so I use my terrible writing skills to bring you all this story.
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I woke up the next morning when John released me from his warm embrace to begin his business day with the Beatles. I opened my eyes and propped myself up on one elbow when he stood up from the bed. He walked over to the bathroom but turned around and saw me awake before actually going in the bathroom. "Did I wake ya?" I scratched my head and John smiled.
"I needed tah wake up anyway" I told him. He leaned over the bed and kissed my forehead; that meant he's in a good mood today. He pulled his head up and looked into my eyes like he hadn't seen me in ages. "John."
"Yes, luv?" My heart started beating quicker as his brown eyes and blasé default look dazzled me.
"I was lying about 'aving me period. I thought it came but it didn't" without hesitation, John tackled me on the bed with his lips against mine and his heart beating upon my own.
"I'm so glad ya don't 'ave it" John said, a little out of breath at the end. I smiled at him as my own chest heaved.
"Can I come with you today?" I brushed my fingers through his hair as he caressed my arm.
"Come where?" I shook my head with a smile; John had forgotten what he was supposed to be doing today.
"You know, to the press conferences, the rehearsals, the lunches, the dinners" I pulled myself closer to him, I wanted to go so badly that I needed to prepare myself for seducing him.
"Oh! Ya mean, with the band! Yeah, I guess you can come. Brian will tell ya tah stay outta the way though" I scratched my head again and nodded. He stood up from the bed then walked to the bathroom but stopped like before and looked at me. "Are ya comin'?"
"What?"
"To the showah" he pointed to the bathroom with an expecting smile on his face.
"No, I'm kind of hungry right now" he nodded his head without forcing me to come with him. As soon as I heard him turn the water on, I got up from the bed and put a robe on over my small body. I looked in the mirror on the vanity and dabbed at my makeup covered eyes. I brushed out my blonde hair to take out the knots that were caused from my sex with John. Is that why John married me? Because of my blonde hair? That's why they all seem to like me.
I walked into the kitchen and took out a few eggs from the fridge. I had to learn how to make fried eggs since they're John's favorite. As I made the eggs, the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Oh, um. . . Hi" my heart stopped. It was him. I had answered the phone and it was George Harrison. Why was he calling? Whatever the reason, I need to act like nothing awkward happened between us.
"John's in the shower" I said as I put two pieces of bread in the toaster on the island.
"I uh, called to talk to you actually" the words sunk into my brain as my hand slipped on the phone, letting it drop to the floor with a clatter. I heard a "what was that?!" From the distant bathroom.
"Nothing! I just dropped a bowl!" I picked up the phone and put it back to my ear. "What do ya want?" I hissed with more attitude than I intended.
"I just wanted tah know if ya were comin' with us tahday" I looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling guilty about scolding him. He just wanted to know if I was coming. For all I know, he could be asking for Brian not himself.
"Oh. Well, yes, I'm coming with John" I heard silence on the other line.
"I'll uh, I'll tell Eppy then" I didn't know what to say to him, but I heard his awkwardness as he said he was asking for Brian. Could he be lying? It is possible for him to be masking his curiosity.
"George, wait" guilt rose inside me once more.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry that it couldn't work between us." I whispered carefully.
"Oh, Maria" I could hear a smile in his voice, "it's not ovah yet" I heard the dial tone then, I figured George wanted to leave our conversation there. He didn't want me to battle him.
"Who was on the phone?" I turned around to see John, in only a towel with the water from the shower still dripping on his chest and from his hair.
"It was Brian. He wanted to know if I was coming" the motive was correct but the person was a lie.
"Oh, okay" he picked up the plate of eggs next to the stove and took the toast out of the toaster then sat down at the kitchen table. He looked up at me as he took a few bites of his eggs. He smiled with a mouth full of food to show me how happy he was with the breakfast. I smiled in return, maybe spending the day with him won't be so bad.
After showering and dressing in my best casual dress, I left with John to the other hotel by a car that the Beatles' manager had sent over.
John scooted closer to me and put one hand on my leg while the other moved my yellow hair off of my neck. As smoothly as he could, he started to kiss my neck while moving one hand up my dress. "John" I laughed as his other hand joined in at my other hip. His mouth moved onto my own but was soon interrupted by the door opening. I hadn't noticed the car stopped.
I turned my body to see who had opened the door, all the while John continued to make his way on my neck. "Ahem" Brian Epstein coughed, forcing John to look up from his work. I realized I needed to pull my dress down.
"Oh 'ey Eppy!" John smiled at his manager as he put his hand on my back and pushed me out of the car.
"Maria, go into the lobby. I need to speak to John" I nodded my head at the angry man then rushed inside. I could only imagine what Brian was saying to my husband. I hoped it wasn't my fault. . .
I walked into the lobby and immediately spotted out the three Beatles. I saw Paul smoking a cigarette while sitting on the couch next to Ringo, who was reading a magazine about himself. Then I saw the last, George, sitting in a chair alone with a cigarette between his fingers and his feet up on the table.
"Look! It's Maria" I heard my name come from Paul's lips and saw him wave his hand to me. I walked over to the little group.
"Hullo" I said innocently as I sat down on the couch between Paul's couch and George's chair. I looked at the latter as he put out his cigarette with red coming to his pale cheeks, he knew I was watching.
"Whut's that on yer neck?" I turned to the speaker, who was Ringo. I cocked my head; was there something on my neck?
"That looks like a hickey, Rings!" My eyes went wide as Paul chuckled.
"Whut?!" I exclaimed and pulled out my compact. "This can't be 'appenin'" I said as I stared at the mark from John.
"Looks like they were doin' more than just ridin' the car ovah, huh George?" Paul chuckled at himself but George didn't answer. He had stood up and sat next to me on the couch.
"George, whadda ya doin'?" I asked as he took my makeup bag from my hands.
"Ya can't be seen with somethin' like that on yer neck!" He rifled through the bag until he pulled out liquid coverup. I looked at Ringo who shook his head at us. Paul looked dumbstruck, how did George know what to do?
I kept my neck straight but was immediately taken back once I felt the cold liquid touch my neck. His finger dabbed at my neck and I was brought back to the night before; he had put his hand on that very spot to comfort me.
"There" I opened my eyes and looked at George. He smiled sweetly and put his hands on his lap. I put my compact up at an angle to see my neck. I happily saw only my skin. The cover up had covered everything!
"Oh thank you Georgie!" I threw my arms around his neck with glee at the sight of my pale neck. I noticed the hesitation in him returning the hug.
"Uh" I pulled away when I heard the sound of George's voice in my ear. As much as he wanted more than the hug, he knew it was wrong in front of the other two. Though, one of them already knew what was happening.
"Here comes John," said Ringo before returning to his magazine. George stood up from the couch and sat back down in his chair. Paul leaned forward in his seat to put his ciggy out in the ash tray.
"Good morning, mates!" My husband exclaimed with a wave before plopping down next to me. John proceeded to start a conversation with Paul, which I tried to pay attention to but I was more interested in the lead guitarist sitting only a chair away. I studied him as he lit his second cigarette of the day and I realized just how different he is from the others. He has so much knowledge and so many different thoughts running through his brain all at once. He is knowledgable and to me. . . I think its the sexiest thing about him.
"Okay, Beatles" my thoughts were interrupted by Brian. The four boys and me came to attention because we knew he had something important to say. "The press conference is about to start so we need to talk about the rules today" Brian passed around a sheet of paper to the four boys which they all glanced at.
"Whut's this?" Asked Paul.
"It has stuff about us on it" said Ringo.
"Yes, this is to prepare you for some of the questions." Brian continued, "first of all, John" he turned to me and my husband then said, "Maria will stay back with me and if any of the press asks if you're single, you say yes." I was taken back, I forgot that I'm a secret. "That goes for all of you!" He pointed at each boy but turned to me again, "if anyone asks you, Maria, who you are, you say that you're a fashion intern with the Beatles" I nodded in agreement. Maybe this won't be so bad. . .
"Oh, fashion!" John said with a big grin on his face. I was immensely scared of what was on his mind.
"Maria's like a model then!" Ringo exclaimed.
"A student model!" Paul said with a chuckle.
"But are ya okay with this, Maria?" I turned to George who had spoken. I thought for a moment.
"Yes, I'll do anything to help the band get further" I smiled at George but he tore his eyes away from me because Brian began again.
"Now that that's settled, we can move onto the real rules. . ." I tried to listen as best as I could but the rules didn't apply to me. I tuned the manager's voice out by scanning the hotel lobby; it was an extravagent hotel like John said, and I guess I do have to admit that it is more formal than the one I'm staying in. I turned to see the ballroom right behind where Paul was sitting, it took me by surprise because it wasn't what I would think. It actually seemed less formal than its surroundings. I looked away from the ballroom to the opposite side of the hotel lobby but didn't get the chance because something else caught my attention.
George was sitting in the chair diagonal from me with a rolled up piece of paper over his eye like a telescope. It was a nice telescope since I could see his brown eye pretty clearly through it. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep my amusement inside.
"George, are you paying any attention to a word I'm sayin'?!" We both looked up to see an angry Brian Epstein looking at us. That's the second time today I've seen him angry. . . And both were caused by me.
"Oh, sorry, Eppy" George unfolded the paper and began to listen to the manager explain the dos and don'ts of the press conference. Meanwhile, I couldn't stop giggling at George as I twirled my hair between my fingers. I could see in the corner of my eye that George noticed this. I had to admit, I was falling for him deeply like he said I would. How does he do that?
"Alright, now that that's through, lets get to that press conference!" The group stood up from their designated seats and started walking to the ballroom, which explains why the ballroom isn't so formal! It was set up for a conference! Before I could take another step behind George, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"John, wha-" I started to speak but stopped once I saw the look on his face.
"Whut the fook are ya doin'?" His face was red with anger and he squeezed my arm harder.
"Ow, John! Yer hurtin' me!" Tears came to my eyes from the pain of his fingernails digging into my flesh.
"Look, 'ere, Maria. Ya don't flirt with any othah man but me. Especially, one of me mates" he hissed the words with his red face an inch away from mine. I nodded frantically then he finally let me go and walked away toward the ballroom. I wanted so badly to run away from him. From here. I considered it but realized that I can't escape him. He is wherever I go.
I walked into the ballroom and found Brian as quickly as I could. He was standing in the back by the band so he could jump in whenever things got wild. The four boys were sitting at a long table with a microphone set up in front of each of them. The press was sitting in chairs that the staff of the hotel had set up for this occasion. This audience was making me nervous because each one of them held a camera or a pad of paper in their hands. I was not happy about being in a picture. After Brian stepped forward and introduced them, the questions began.
One interviewer asked: "How do you like America?"
Ringo answered blandly, "it's like Britain but with buttons" the audience laughed at the goofy Beatle.
The next interviewer asked: "Is that your real hair or wigs?"
John leaned towards the microphone and answered, "Oh, this is a wig" and touched his hair. I couldn't help but admiring his wit.
Paul piped in, "Yeah, I'm bald!" With a small nod.
Another interviewer asked, while on the subject of hair, "Do you ever get haircuts?" And all but one Beatle answered "No!"
Finally, George peaked his head up toward the microphone and said "I had one yestahday!" Which was true, he had told me about it while we were on our walk.
The interview continued like that for a little longer until Brian stepped up and announced that their time was running out. The Beatles still needed to rehearse for their show. I watched as all four of the Beatles filed out in a line the same way they came in. I followed the manager out with the band into the lobby then into the elevator.
"So that was a press conference" I said to John when I got next to him.
"Exhausting, isn't it?" Paul asked me while wiping his brow.
"Imagine doin' that everyday" Ringo said with a smile. I looked at George, who was studying the elevator wall like it was the most interesting thing. The elevator dinged, taking my attention away from him. I followed John out the door with my hands holding onto his arm.
"Listen up, boys" we all turned to Brian to see what he had to say, "and girl" I smiled at his generosity. "The rehearsal is in two hours so be back at this elevator by then! Maria, come with me."
"But-" I tried to protest.
"No buts! If you're going to pose as an intern, you need to act like one" I stuck out my bottom lip and crossed my arms like the stubborn child I am.
"Fine" I groaned. I kissed John goodbye and told the others I'd see them later. I followed Brian to a room at the end of the hallway. He let me inside and instructed me to sit down on the couch.
I watched the manager run around the room searching for different things. He picked up bags of paper, clothes, makeup. He picked up a camera but put it down, deciding it wasn't what he was looking for. Finally, he stopped in front of me.
"I left George's shirt at the dry cleaner next to the hotel. I need you to get it for me and bring it to George since he needs it for the rehearsal" I nodded in understanding and stood up, "oh, you'll need some money too" he reached into his pocket and gave me some American money to pay with.
I walked down the hallway and heard John's voice from one of the rooms down the hall. I guess he decided to play instead of get ready for the rehearsal. That's my husband!
I took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out the door. I pulled my jacket close to my body as I walked down to the dry cleaner's that Brian had told me about.
The woman at the counter was ironing a shirt in front of two customers waiting in line. I waited fifteen minutes for the line to die down for my turn.
"Hi, may I help you?" The clerk asked me while ironing the shirt.
"Hullo, I'm here tah pick up a shirt for. . ." I looked down at the paper Brian had handed me. I laughed to myself as I read the name, "Georgia."
"Oh! I'm ironing that now! I just finished actually" the clerk picked the shirt up from the counter and put it into a bag with a hanger. She handed me the plain white shirt and I took it gladly then handed her the money.
I walked back to the hotel and up to George's room which was at the opposite end of the hallway from Brian's room. I walked as carefully as I could so I wouldn't wrinkle the shirt because I knew if I did, Brian would take my head off. I approached George's door and knocked.
"Hello" the door opened and George was there with a plain white tee shirt and black pants on. He looked so small and young, like me.
"Hi George" I could feel all of the heat in my body coming to my face and arms. I held out the shirt to him but he motioned me inside instead.
"Why don't ya come in?" I held the shirt by its hanger in my hands as I walked into the hotel room.
"Here's your shirt" I smiled and put the shirt down flat on the two person bed.
"Great! Thanks!" I turned around at the sound of his voice just in time to see him remove the white tee shirt he was wearing. My eyes went wide when they came into contact with the view of his pale bare chest. I had never seen someone so beautiful in my life.
I watched the guitarist smile, knowing that he had my attention, and walk over to me to take the shirt from my possession. He pulled the shirt out of the bag and put his arms through the sleeves. I kept my eyes on him while his fingers fumbled over the buttons. He would go through five buttons then have to start over because he messed one up. I started to notice his frustration.
"Let me help you" I laughed and he turned his body towards me. "Here, sit down" George obeyed and sat down on the bed so I was at level to fix his buttons. I got down to the third button and couldn't help myself; I ran my hand down George's chest between the buttons. I hadn't thought about what I was doing, I just did it as though I was touching a wall. "Yer heart is beatin' so fast" I whispered to him.
"Maria" he took my hand in his while looking up into my eyes, "I'm sorry if it was somethin' I said last night that upset ya-" I put my finger to his lips and got closer.
"Ya don't need tah say anything" I moved my hand down his neck while I leaned in and kissed his soft lips. His arms wrapped around my waist as I sat down on his lap and propped my feet up on the bed. I needed to be as close to him as possible with nothing between our souls but skin and bones. I wanted to savor the moment.
George's shirt was the first thing to be taken off since it wasn't even completely on him in the first place. His hands moved up the skirt of my dress until I could feel his callused fingers on my bare back. He pulled my dress off just as we both fell backwards on the bed. That's when we both fumbled for his pants; or I thought it was both of us but he was just trying to stop me.
"Maria" I pulled away from him but kept my legs on either side of him. He studied my bra strap with his fingers.
"Whut is it, luv?" I used the word to show him how much I care.
"Are ya sure ya wanna do this?" I smiled with a laugh.
"Oh, George," I leaned forward so I was laying on his chest and our lips were only an inch away from each other, "there's nothing I want more in the world."
We removed the rest of our clothing so there wasn't anything keeping us apart from each other. The feeling that I received from George was a feeling that I had never felt before. It was as though he had opened something inside of me, like I was locked and he was my key. My whole mind closed in the half hour that we shared so closely and it shamed me to let him go.
I sat up on the bed and put my bra and panties back on before I took the cigarette that George was offering me. I couldn't help but watch him as he lit the cigarette that was between his fingers. He uses so much grace in everything he does. After taking the first puff, he leaned over the space between us and kissed my lips.
"I love you, Maria" he said only an inch away from me. My heart stopped, he had said the words that always pained me inside to hear. Could I return them?
"George, I. . ." My mouth hung open until I finished, "I need tah tell ya something" George raised an eyebrow, I could tell he was worried.
"Whut is it?"
"Do you remember the night I phoned ya?" He nodded. "John, he. . . . He. . ." Tears started to come to my eyes as I remembered the pain that was inflicted on my body.
"If ya don't wanna talk about it, it's okay" he scooted closer to me and put an arm around my shoulders.
"No, I have to tell you." I brushed the ashes off of my ciggy and tried to continue, "that night, John had gotten pissed at me cause he thought I was havin' an affair, which I kinda was, with you." I looked up at my listener and he nodded. "He wanted me tah make it up to him but I refused. Then. . . He. . ."
"Ya don't hafta go on. I understand. He forced ya tah do it with 'im" I nodded while tears started to stream down my eyes. I dove for the pillow on the bed and hid myself in it's depths. Not soon after, I felt George's hand on my back and the sound of him shushing my cries. "I had a girlfriend back 'ome."
"Whut?" I turned my head so I could look at my affairing partner. He had someone? How could he?
"I was datin' this gurl but I had to cut it off because I met you and I couldn't imagine bein' with anyone else" my mouth hung open as the words sunk in.
"But I'm with John. . ."
"That didn't stop us" he smiled and kissed my cheek. I watched his slender body as he stood up from the bed. It occurred to me then that I was supposed to go back to Brian.
"Oh! I completely forgot!" I looked up at the wall clock and realized we were both running out of time. "Whut am I gonna tell 'im? He's gonna take me 'ead, George!" I started to pace back and forth in the hotel room, covering as much ground as I could.
"Maria" he grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "Get dressed and I'll take care of it" I nodded and he let go of me. I pulled my dress over my head as George attempted to button his shirt again. I helped him like I was his wife; I brushed his hair and even straightened out his clothes. "Thanks, luv" he said then kissed my cheek.
After I touched up my makeup, I left the room with George and went to Brian's room on the other side of the hallway. As we walked through the halls, we held hands, seeing the chance with no one around us. It was like a dream, walking down an aisle with George at my side. Too bad the dream ended so quickly.
"Brian!" George let go off my hand and started banging on the manager's door frantically. He stopped for a moment and looked at me. "Oh I always do this" I smiled awkwardly with the fear of Brian getting angry again.
"What?!" The door opened and Brian was on the other side. "Oh, hello George." His eyes scanned over the guitarist then rested on me, "I've been looking for you, Maria! I had more work for you to do!"
"I'm so sorry!" My face went red with embarrassment as I saw the angry side of Brian again.
"No, it's my fault, Brian" George confessed, I looked up at him with pleading eyes to save me, "ya see, I needed Maria tah run some errands for me cause one o' the buttons on me shirt popped off."
"It's true, Brian! I had to run to the store and buy sewing supplies so I could fix his shirt" I put my hands to my chest in a pleading manner, "I felt terrible because I knew ya would yell at me" tears started to run down my cheeks as I focused on my lie.
"It's okay, Maria! The boys always ruin everything anyway" the manager walked back into his room and we both followed him. I looked up at George, my last chance to exchange a knowing smile with him before we met up with the others. He returned the smile but frowned a little after, he was thinking the same thing I was; we have to hide our love.
"Looks like it's time to go meet the others" Brian interrupted my moment with George when he threw a plastic box in my arms.
"Whut's this?" I picked up its handle but decided that it was too heavy to carry in just one hand.
"That's the hair and makeup box for the stylist and you're going to carry it for me" I nodded my head and followed him and George out to the elevator.
"Maria! Me luv!" John called out to me and I walked to him. Each step felt like I was plunging a dagger through George's heart but there was nothing more I could do. I'm a married woman.
"Hullo, John!" I kissed his cheek and he took it as an invitation to maul my lips. Brian quickly yelled for him to stop.
"Sorry, Eppy! She's me wife!" Brian rolled his eyes and pressed the button to call the elevator.
"Hey! It's the box!" Paul said, coming over to me.
"Yay! Maria's got the box!" Ringo exclaimed with a laugh and throwing his arms up in the air.
"Whut's so special 'bout this box?" I lifted the box up to examine it more thoroughly.
"We always make fun of Brian fer bringin' it everywhere 'e goes" George answered while smiling at me. There's that knowing smile again. "We joke that 'e uses the contents of the box on 'imself"
"Which I don't!" Brian answered right before the elevator came. While walking into the elevator, I heard Paul say:
"Hey, Georgie. Why didn't ya come tah me room with Rings and John? We were waitin' for ya" my heart started to pound in my chest as I waited for George's answer.
"I lost track of time cause I was readin' this magazine about us" when we filed into the elevator, I ended up standing against the back railing next to George.
"Did they say anythin' about me?" Ringo asked seriously.
"Why are ya so worried?" John asked the drummer while putting his arm around my waist. I could feel George at my other side, his shoulder touching mine slightly, giving me chills.
"I'm worried cause I don't want any publisher makin' up shite about me!" I smiled at Ringo's sudden fierceness on the subject because who knew he could be so tough!
"Well, ya shouldn't be so worried Rings! The magazine just said the usual stuff but for some reason, I couldn't put it down. . ." My face went hot when I heard the words come from him. I knew what he was saying; the magazine was a metaphor for me and he couldn't put me down.
The elevator dinged to let us know we were at the lobby. Brian led the group to the door where security guards blocked crowds on either side of us. I was in awe at them trying to attack the four boys but I was scared at the same time. I kept my eyes on George as a girl in the crowd attempted to paw at his chest. That's my chest and only I can paw at it.
When we got into the car, anxiety came over me when my shoulder came in contact with George's and my other shoulder was touching John's. We were all piled in, tight and close. "George! Don't touch me there!" Ringo yelled.
"Sorry, Rings! I didn't mean tah!" George moved his hand out from the depths and put his other between my leg and his. My face went an even deeper shade of red.
"We wouldn't be so uncomfortable if Maria wasn't 'ere. . ." Paul mumbled next to John.
"Excuse me, Paul?" I leaned forward to look at the bassist.
"I was just jokin', Maria! Luv ya!" I narrowed my eyes at him and John looked at his mate the same way.
"I hope you're not serious" Paul shook his head.
"No! Maria's like the sister I nevah had" John crossed his arms, squishing me and Paul in the process.
"That's so nice of you, Paulie!" I exclaimed to him and Paul smiled sweetly.
"See, John. She said I'm nice" John pouted and Brian turned around to look at us.
"We're here so we need to rush into the building quick!" We all nodded then exited the car.
Getting in the building was the same process as getting in the car from the hotel. The music business is one with little privacy and a lot of security.
Back stage at the rehearsal was as crazy as the outside because everything had to be cued like they were doing a real show. I watched as everyone around me ran from one side of the stage to the other just to get one thing.
"Hey" I turned to the sound of the sweet voice that had just materialized.
"Oh, hi" my cheeks went red as my mind started to undress him.
"We um" George smiled as he picked the words carefully, "we need the box in our dressing room."
"Oh! The box! Right" I chuckled and tried to hand him the box.
"Uh, can you bring it back there fer me?" I smiled slyly at him.
"Do you just want me back there, George?" I whispered and he nodded his head while looking around the room. He turned around and I followed him down a long hallway with different rooms attached. He stopped in front of one of them and turned to me before opening the door. George put his hand on my cheek with a smile but I frowned.
"Whut's wrong?" I shook my head at him.
"We have to be careful" I whispered back to him. He nodded once again and opened the door.
The other three boys were all sitting in the room, along with four female stylists. All four women glared at me once they saw me come in. One stylist actually spoke.
"There's the box! Thanks for taking so long in bringing it!" She walked over to me and grabbed the burden from my hands.
"Yeah, now we're even more delayed!" I backed up against the wall next to the door as the female stylists started working on the boys.
"Don't take it personally, Maria! They're just bein' cheeky cause we got 'ere late" Paul reassured me with a smile.
"Eppy messed up our times fer once!" George laughed and smiled through the mirror, making my heart crumble.
"Well, I don't wanna get in the way. . ." I said while looking at George's reflection. He opened his mouth to say something but John beat him to it. I forgot my husband was there.
"No! Don't leave!" John exclaimed with a pout. I forced to leave then because The Beatles' manager walked in and dragged me out to get to work. Work meaning carrying different things from one side of the stage to the other.
This cycle continued until the boys started doing a sound check which was when Brian came to me and dragged me down to the audience to supervise. "What songs are they gonna play?" I asked Brian.
"You'll see" I sat back in the chair and relaxed. I didn't want to watch them; I wanted to pull George away from them and become a part of him once again.
"Marrrriiiiaaa" I looked up to see John doing the sound check on stage. Once he saw me looking, he waved sweetly and said into the microphone, "hi luv" then sang "I looove my babyyy" I put my hand to my forehead and started to giggle like one of their fans.
"Uh, John? Can we start?" I took my hand away to look at George, who had just spoken. I ogled at his small body holding that wide guitar on stage.
"Do ya 'ave a problem, Georgie?" John said back to him.
"No! I just wanna get playin'!" I watched as the two went back and forth.
"Sound check sounds good! You guys can start playing now" a voice from the intercom said. After a moment, Paul cued them on and they began to play. The first song was sung by Paul but I didn't pay attention to it cause George distracted me. He kept smiling and looking my way while playing his instrument.
Two songs sung by Paul later, and John was finally in front of the microphone. After one strum on his guitar by George, John started singing this song that I had recognized. He had sung it for me one night after we had sex and told me it was my song. He said it was called "All I've Got To Do". I leaned forward in my seat, suddenly more interested than I was before he started singing the song. His voice just gave the song this different vibe that wanted me to jump into bed with him right away! Luckily, I turned to George and my feelings changed.
George was playing his guitar as hard as he could to get my attention to him, and once he did, he showed himself off. He moved his guitar up and down with his playing and even started to dance. I couldn't help but laugh at his goofy little dance. It turned into a battle for my attention on the stage between John's sexy voice and George's adorable dance.
At the end of the song, we all took a break for a quick lunch which the four boys devoured almost everything on the gourmet snack table. I watched John and George as they both competed in eating the most food. Ringo munched on a small garden salad as Paul ate a few little sandwiches off of a plate.
"John, do you have to act like such a pig?" I asked him as I bit into a sandwich.
"Whut?" He looked up with food stuffed in his mouth.
"Yer makin' a mess! Ya still have a second half of the rehearsal tah do!" I scolded him. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Why do ya care? Yer not the one cleanin' me up this time" John laughed and ate more food. I became bitter towards him after he made that comment so I decided to read a magazine that I had found but John took my attention again. "Maria, did ya like the song?"
"Yeah" I said, acting as though I was more interested in the magazine. He put his hand on mine to get my attention; it worked.
"Did ya, really?" John's very serious about his music. Especially when it comes to his voice.
"Yes, I did!" Actually, I enjoyed watching George more.
"Gear! Cause I put a lot of work in that performance" he gave me this look like he was already tired from working but I guess it can be tiring.
The band was called onto the stage once again and I was put to work without the option of watching them again. I was told to clean their dressing room and organize their clothes to prepare for the real performance. The job wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be since each outfit had a tag on it that said who it belonged to.
My chores lasted until the end of the night when the boys came back to the dressing room. Each of them were confused to why I was still organizing the outfits. Paul said, "Brian put you up to this, didn't 'e?"
"No, it was the stylists" I shook my head as I sat down in one of the chairs. "They don't like me."
"I'll give 'em a piece of me mind fer messin' with me wife" John said angrily. I looked at George who was studying the makeup on his vanity.
"No, that's okay, John. I don't mind workin'" John nodded through the mirror.
"Why do we need stylists anyway? I think I can take care of meself" Ringo commented while brushing combing his hair. Just as he said this, the four stylists, and Brian walked into the room. The stylists started to fix each Beatles' hair and face while Brian lectured them about what was wrong.
"You all have to go straight back to the hotel after this, ya hear me?" my head perked up. Does that mean me too? No, I'm not known enough. Well, at all. But would I be alone all night then?
"Wait a second, Bri! I've got a wife tah get back tah!" John exclaimed while standing. I didn't think he cared so much.
"You can go back to her later. For now, you all have to come back to the hotel" the manager then turned to me and said, "Except for you, Maria. You can go back." I nodded my head in understanding then put down Ringo's jacket, which I was putting away.
"Maria's not comin'?" George asked with a frown, while I had a miniature heart attack. Why was he being so obvious? What is he planning?
"Why do ya care?" John asked him nonchalantly. I looked between the two of them; I couldn't stand the glares coming from their eyes.
"I just think Maria would make it fun!" I watched again as John's glares got deeper. I looked around and saw the other's watching too.
"What does that mean?!" George's eyebrows crinkled close and his eyes narrowed. I was starting to get scared, who knows what could happen.
"That's okay, George! I'm tired anyway! But thank ya!" I interjected then walked out the room.
After that argument, Brian called a cab to take me back to my hotel so I could finally be alone. I made my way up to my room and immediately put on my button up nightgown upon getting inside the room. I glanced at the clock on the wall that told me it was only six o'clock. I was so tired, how could I go to bed now? Well, a nap wouldn't hurt.
As I slept, I dreamt that I was married to George instead of John. I felt different as I kissed his lips when he walked through door from work. I watched through my own eyes, a child with deep brown eyes and yellow hair hug my legs and I stroked the child's beautiful hair.
Even the house was different from John and mine's. The walls were blue and the furniture was nicer. Even the kitchen, which is usually the worst of the house, was nicer than my own. I wanted so badly to live in this dream world but I was woken up by a light knock on the door instead.
I stood up from the couch in front of the window and walked to the hotel room's door. I couldn't help but hesitate as I touched the knob. I prayed to myself that it was not John looking for some fun from me but something bothered me; it had only been an hour. I didn't order any room service; I didn't call anyone over and I knew that John wouldn't come back from the other hotel after just an hour.
When I opened the door I saw George Harrison, my love.
Without another word but "hello" from me, George's tongue was between my own tongue and the top of my mouth. He was warm and tasted sweet like wine and cigarettes; two of my favorite things. His fingers ran everywhere on my body and in my hair while I led him to the bedroom at the back of the hotel room. In the doorway between the kitchen and the bedroom, he stopped. His thumb ran over my pale cheek as he looked into my eyes then pecked my lips.
"Maria" he moaned into my mouth, "I've 'ad tah resist ya all day" he pecked my lips again and I yearned for more, "All I wanted tah do was touch ya" he ran his fingers along my neck line, "and kiss ya" he kissed me one last time before I pulled him with me into the bedroom.
He crawled above me on the cotton sheets while I began to slowly unbutton my nightgown. He brought his lips to my mouth and kissed me slowly while helping me lift the gown over my head. My fingers were led to his neck then and he kicked his pants off while I got his shirt off.
As our hips pounded against each other, my heart pounded with his also. It was the only sound I could hear; the pounding of our hearts. Or at least, that's what I thought it was.
"MARIA!" I heard my name yelled by the person that I had forgotten about for the second time in one day. How could he be home? It was only two hours! I looked up at George; Oh God, George is still here too, I thought to myself. My whole world spun and my marriage and my affair flashed before my eyes. Is it over before it even really began?
*Gasp!* Didn't I tell you it was scandalous? There's so much drama that just cannot be handled in one chapter! That's why you were all left with a cliffhanger! Ain't I generous?
What do you think: will Maria's marriage end? Will John find out about her and George? Why is John home? You'll all find out in the next chapter! (Whenever that is. Especially since school has started now DX).
Well, I wish you all the best of luck in surviving the wait for the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this long one! Thanks!
