Page 58 of Sexy Dirty Fun
“Where is she? Will she be home soon?” I looked over his shoulder nervously for a sign of her.
He shook his head. “She went to LA. She didn’t tell me what for but I assumed it was to see you. You didn’t know?”
My mouth went dry. “No, I didn’t. When did she leave?”
He shrugged. “It was earlier this afternoon. She left in a hurry but said she had to talk to you. Too bad you missed each other.”
“Yeah, too bad,” I mumbled and ran my hand through my hair. It looked like the press got to her before I did. I was so fucked.
28
LINDSEY
The magazine sat on my lap the whole plane ride to LA. After finding the story in the grocery store, I called some of my contacts in the press to see if this story was true or some fabricated story in the gossip rags. It wouldn’t be the first time I had seen an insane story about Cane and we usually laughed them off. Seeing that picture of Destiny set off an alarm in my head this time, telling me this was different.
I was furious he didn’t tell me about her. Was he going to wait until the kid was born? Or graduated high school? Was he ever going to tell me or hope I would never make it back to town and he wouldn’t have to explain? If he loved me like he said he did, he should have told me what was going on. This was never going to work if we weren’t honest with each other.
It wasn’t even the fact that this woman was running around telling everyone she was pregnant with his baby. I wasn’t stupid; I knew he’d been with women before me – lots of women. What bothered me was the fact he couldn’t tell me about it and I had to read about it in line at the grocery store.
I managed to get a flight out of Madison that afternoon and packed a small bag. I took a cab to the airport so my dad wouldn’t have to drive me. I told him I had something to do for work and would be back the next day. I wasn’t ready to try to explain to him what I had discovered.
While waiting for my flight, I bought a copy of the magazine to read. The article didn’t say much other than Destiny was claiming to be pregnant with Cane Stephen’s baby. There didn’t seem to be a comment from anyone in his camp, which surprised me. Was it because they couldn’t deny it? There was no mention of her being married to him, so at least he wasn’t lying to me when he said that was taken care of.
I got to LA and wasn’t sure where to go so I went to my apartment to make a plan. I thought about calling or texting Cane, but he told me he wasn’t available to talk while they were recording, so I wasn’t sure if I should bother. I had his agent’s number to call if it was an emergency, but I also didn’t want to seem like a crazy jealous girlfriend.
My best friend Rebecca called while I was trying to figure out what to do. I didn’t even get to say hello before she started ranting at me over the phone.
“What the fuck, Linds? He got a chick pregnant? What are you going to do? What an asshole,” she said without taking a breath.
“I don’t know,” I replied quietly. “He hasn’t said anything yet.”
“Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?”
“No, I’m looking for Cane. Then I have to get back to Dad. He’s still not doing so well. I was able to arrange to have the neighbor come check on him until I get back tomorrow.” I sat down on a chair in my apartment and fought back tears. I had been so intent on getting to LA that I hadn’t given myself a chance to cry. I didn’t want to give him any of my tears anyway.
“Isn’t he in the studio? Just go there.”
“I don’t know where it is. They go into super-secret mode when they are recording. They don’t tell anyone where they are except for their manager. They don’t have their phones on either. They don’t want to be disturbed.”
“Call his manager then.” She was starting to sound impatient with me. If something like this had happened to her, she would have been a tornado looking for Cane until she found him. That was why we were such good friends; we balanced each other out.
“I’m going to. I’m trying to be calm and figure this whole thing out. You know as well as I do the press publishes shit all the time. This could be another one of their stories and with Cane being so busy recording, he doesn’t even know about it yet.”
“You don’t really think that, do you?” She snorted at me. I didn’t, but I didn’t want to admit that to her.
“I need to talk to him.” I stood up and walked over to the window to watch the rain fall. “Listen, I have to go. I will call or text you later.”
“Be careful, Linds and don’t let him walk all over you,” she warned. “I’m here to kick some ass if you need it.”
“I know you are,” I laughed. “If I need anyone’s ass kicked, you’ll be the first I call.”
I hung up the phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the band’s manager’s phone number. Cane had given it to me before he left Madison. I dialed the number and my stomach did a flip when it started ringing.
I walked around my apartment nervously while the phone continued to ring. With each ring, I got more annoyed. What manager didn’t answer his phone? When his voicemail finally answered, I hung up and tossed my phone on the couch, sitting down hard next to it.
I put my hands over my face and let the tears flow. They were out of frustration more than anything. All I wanted to do is see Cane and talk to him. I wanted him to tell me this whole thing was made up and he didn’t even see it yet. Then I wanted him to fuck me until I forgot about it.
My phone dinged with a new text message and I wiped my eyes. I picked it up and saw a text message from my brother David.