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Page 56 of Sexy Dirty Fun

“What the fuck guys,” Diesel mumbled and walked over to the phone. “Hello?”

My heart dropped when he looked at me. “Yeah, he’s right here.” He held out the phone towards me. “It’s for you, Cane.”

My mouth went dry and my palms started to sweat. Please let Lindsey be okay. I took the phone from him, hoping he couldn’t see that my hand was shaking slightly. “Hello?”

“Cane, we have a serious situation,” my manager said, almost shouting into the phone. “She went to the press. It’s all over today.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I was so relieved that he wasn’t calling to tell me Lindsey was hurt or worse, I had no idea what he meant.

“Destiny.”

He didn’t need to say anything else. “Fuck,” I muttered into the phone. “You were supposed to take care of this.”

“I tried. Then she disappeared off the face of the earth. She was probably getting ready for this story.” He sighed into the phone. “I’m sorry, Cane. I’m trying to do damage control. We may have to call in someone though. It might get beyond my area of expertise.”

“Whatever. Do whatever the fuck you have to take care of this. I mean it,” I snarled into the phone before hanging up. I scrubbed my face with my hands and ran my fingers through my hair. I was so fucked. I didn’t care about the world knowing what that bitch was saying, but I was worried about Lindsey. If she saw the magazines before I had a chance to tell her, she would be furious with me.

“Is everything okay?” Diesel asked.

I shook my head. “No, not really.” I sat down on one of the chairs, my heart heavy. “Remember that groupie that showed up and claimed to be my wife?”

“Yeah, she was hot,” the drummer Zane smirked. JJ the bass player threw his pen at him, hitting him in the side of the head. “Ouch, man, what was that for?”

Everyone glared at him. “It’s not the time for that, you asshole,” JJ scolded him before turning his attention back to me. “What’s going on?”

“I hired a private investigator when she came around claiming to be my wife and he wasn’t able to find any paperwork that said we were married. I thought that was the end of it but I guess not.” I leaned my head back on the chair. “She came around a couple of weeks ago claiming to be pregnant with my baby.”

“Whoa,” Zane said, his mouth open. “That sucks.”

Things in the studio had been going well. The songs I wrote while in Madison were coming together great and we felt like we had some big hits on our hands. The whole process was grueling as usual, but I loved it. The only thing that sucked was that I barely could talk to Lindsey. I missed her voice and that body of hers like crazy.

Then there was the whole mess with Destiny. I left it up to my manager to take care of it since I was too busy. I didn’t want to talk to her anyway. I was afraid I would lose it and there would be a scene. I had to keep this out of the press until we figured it out. I wanted to tell Lindsey, but it wasn’t something you told someone over the phone. Originally, she was supposed to be out here a week after I got back, but her dad wasn’t handling her mom’s death very well and she had to stay in Madison.

I hadn’t heard anything from my manager on the situation in a week, so I assumed it was taken care of.

Boy, was I ever wrong.

The whole shit storm starting raining down on a Wednesday. It was another day at the studio. Everyone arrived at seven AM, despite not having left the night before until two AM. Diesel saved the day, bringing us all coffee and donuts. I swore he was like a woman sometimes, making sure we were all taken care of. He sure took care of my ass on more than one occasion.

We worked all morning, all cell phones off like always. Everyone knew not to disturb us unless it was a real emergency and then they had to call the studio phone. Only those closest to us had that number. For me, only our manager had that number. I thought about giving it to Lindsey, but if she needed me, she could call him. No one ever called us there though because unless someone was dying, they knew we would be furious.

That was why the whole place got quiet when the studio phone rang that afternoon. Everyone stood there and looked at the phone. If we picked it up, it wasn’t going to be good news for any of us. We were all frozen in place, unable to move.

“What the fuck guys,” Diesel mumbled and walked over to the phone. “Hello?”

My heart dropped when he looked at me. “Yeah, he’s right here.” He held out the phone towards me. “It’s for you, Cane.”

My mouth went dry and my palms started to sweat. Please let Lindsey be okay. I took the phone from him, hoping he couldn’t see that my hand was shaking slightly. “Hello?”

“Cane, we have a serious situation,” my manager said, almost shouting into the phone. “She went to the press. It’s all over today.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I was so relieved that he wasn’t calling to tell me Lindsey was hurt or worse, I had no idea what he meant.

“Destiny.”

He didn’t need to say anything else. “Fuck,” I muttered into the phone. “You were supposed to take care of this.”

“I tried. Then she disappeared off the face of the earth. She was probably getting ready for this story.” He sighed into the phone. “I’m sorry, Cane. I’m trying to do damage control. We may have to call in someone though. It might get beyond my area of expertise.”




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