Page 361 of The Doctors Will See You Now

God, my man was handsome. After being together for over four years, I couldn’t believe how one simple look into his gorgeous brown eyes still had the power to take my breath away.

“You should know,” I retorted. “You’re the karaoke expert.”

He winked. “All I know is that I can’t wait for your performance.”

I scrunched up my nose. “I might have agreed to come to this karaoke bar, but I’m not fucking getting up on stage,” I declared, and he just grinned.

As the last beats of “Like a Virgin” left the speakers, the MC for the night hopped on stage and took the microphone from the woman’s hands before she could start an encore.

“All right,” he announced to the crowd. “Next up, we have Frances!”

I looked around the room for the next victim, but when no one stood and he shouted Frances into the microphone again, I looked at Scott with a scowl.

“No fucking way,” I muttered. “Tell me you didn’t sign me up for this shitshow.”

He nodded and smirked. “What are you waiting for, Frances? Get up there and show ’em what you got!”

“Come on, Frances,” the MC said again. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart!”

I looked at Scott and then back at the MC. I had two options: I could either lose both battles for the night, or I could at least walk away with one victory.

Obviously, I needed a victory, and I knew exactly how I could get it.

After a quick smile flashed into Scott’s oblivious direction, I stood up from my chair and hopped on the stage and took the microphone from the MC.

“My boyfriend is a little shy,” I told the crowd. “I think Frances just needs a little bit of reassurance,” I said and pointed straight at Scott.

His jaw dropped as I continued to point at him and chant, “Frances! Frances! Frances!”

Once everyone else in the bar joined me, a giant smile consumed Scott’s face.

“Come on, Frances! I know you can do it!” I cheered. “Everyone wants to hear your beautiful voice.”

Scott got to his feet and jumped on stage beside me. After one quick spank to my ass, he took the mic from my hands and whispered into my ear, “You’re so getting it later.”

I sure fucking hoped so.

But I didn’t waste any time dallying on stage, I quickly got back to my seat and left Scott to deal with the now overly enthusiastic crowd wanting to hear Frances sing.

For once in my life, that goddamn name actually worked to my benefit.

“Just bear with me for a second,” Scott told the crowd and leaned over to the DJ to tell him something.

Once they appeared on the same page, he looked toward the crowd and grinned.

“This one is for my beautiful girlfriend, Harlow.”

“Awww!” one woman in the audience sighed.

“God, he’s hot,” another one chimed in. “I wish he was my boyfriend!”

I flashed a glare in the last one’s direction. Slow your roll, lady. He’s mine.

Once the initial beats of a song I’d figured was Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie” began, I settled into my seat to enjoy my handsome and very sexy boyfriend’s performance.

But “Hips Don’t Lie” didn’t come.

I didn’t recognize it right off the bat, but it was definitely something else. The beat was a bit slower but still upbeat and pop nonetheless.