The mouse on my laptop keeps sticking as I research into charities like Black Falcon’s. I have to keep my mind busy. If I allow it, my brain will drive me insane replaying thoughts of Noel and all the other women he’s been with. I didn’t insist he use a condom when we were together because I—stupid me—trusted him. The thought of all the diseases I might now have makes me want to literally murder him.
I readjust in the bed and open a new search page. Mystery Girlfriend has my mind curious. I tossed and turned all night wondering who she is and what she looks like. I open a new search box and carefully type “Noel Falcon’s girlfriend, Sophie” into the box before hitting send. It only takes a couple seconds for the results to pop up, but out of all the links, I don’t see anything about Noel Falcon and a girlfriend.
I tap my chin, and then it occurs to me I can still probably find this girl. I just need a different route. This time I type in “Riff from Black Falcon’s girlfriend, Sophie.”
Bingo.
This time, pages and pages of pictures of Riff and a blonde named Sophie flood my screen. I click on a full-length picture of her. As much as I hate to admit it, she’s beautiful. Long, blond hair cascades down her back. Her legs are incredibly long, and she has a perfect smile. I stare at my modest chest and then back at Sophie’s.
We are exact opposites in every way.
Another thought occurs to me. I’m the other woman. Noel cheated on this gorgeous woman with me. That thought alone keeps me from hating her completely. It’s not her fault Noel is a terrible person, but that doesn’t erase the fact she came between two best friends. She’s still a fucking slut.
“What are you doing?”
My heart bangs against my ribs. Shit! He isn’t supposed to be back yet.
I roll to my side and sit up after I slam my laptop shut. He stands there in his red T-shirt and distressed jeans looking as though he hasn’t slept much. His crazy rocker hair stands in place, with a pair of black sunglasses on his head, with both hands planted on his hips.
How dare he question my actions. “That should be my line.”
Noel flinches. The look on his face gives him away. He knows I know. He steps inside the room and shuts the door. “Lane, you can’t believe the shit you read.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Who should I believe then? You?”
He takes two quick steps and sits next to me. He tries to wrap his arm around my waist, but I shove it off me. “Baby? Please. Let me explain.”
I shake my head. “No. No more lies.”
“I never lied to you.”
“You’re lying to me right now!” I shout. My entire body shakes. So much for being cool and blowing him off. “Were you ever going to tell me about Sophie? Or are your plans to revenge fuck me not complete yet?”
Noel grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger and forces me to look at him. “You’re not just some piece of ass to me. How can you even think that?” My eyes water, and I blink out a tear. It rolls down my cheek, and Noel wipes it away with his thumb. Then he cradles my face. “I love you.”
A sob I can no longer hold back escapes. “How can you love me when you have a girlfriend?”
His lips pull into a tight line. “It’s complicated, but it’s not what you think.”
“Then tell me. Tell me why you would say things to me that make me believe I’m your world and not tell me you have someone else.”
He sighs and rests his forehead against mine. “Because I can’t leave her and I can’t lose you.”
I pull away from him and a cold chill runs through me. “Then why drag me into all this? Why not let me work on the campaign from New York? You forced me to come here because you knew I still had feelings for you. You knew this would happen. You had no intentions of leaving your girlfriend, and yet you did it anyway. Riff is right. You are a selfish bastard.”
“Riff? He’s how you found out? I’m going to fucking kill him!” He bounces off the bed.
“Noel!” I reach for him, but he flings open the door and storms down the hallway to Riff’s foxhole before I have the chance to get out of bed.
Noel throws open the curtain and lunges inside. “You fucking told her?”
“You can’t have them both,” Riff yells back. “I won’t let you do that to Sophie.”
I jump off the bed. “Noel, stop!”
In a split second, Noel loses it. He yanks Riff from the bunk and throws him on the hallway floor. Riff starts to stand, but before he gets the chance, Noel’s on him, connecting a hard punch in his face. Riff grunts and grabs Noel into a tight headlock. Noel flings his arms wildly, his fists cracking against Riff’s ribs.
“Stop it!” I yell while standing back. These guys both have a good foot and at least sixty or so pounds on me. There’s no way I can break them up without getting hurt.
Trip and Tyke’s curtains fly back, and they jump out of their bunks. The twins get between the two fighting men and pull them apart. Riff and Noel are still red-faced, determined to get at each other.
“I can’t believe you fucking told her!” Noel shouts while still in Trip’s firm hold. “You need to mind your own damn business.”
Riff laughs harshly. “Me mind my own business? You make it pretty hard to do when you’re fucking my girlfriend behind my back!”
Noel’s mouth drops open. “She came to me. I didn’t go after her.”
“And that makes it fucking okay? Jesus, you were my best friend—my brother—and you screwed me over. I’m not going to let you do that to Lanie.”
“I was going to tell her!” Noel shouts with his arms spread.
“When? When were you going to tell her? After Sophie has the baby?”
I fall back against the wall. A baby? Did I just hear that right? Sophie’s
pregnant
? With
Noel’s
baby?
Noel’s body stills, and his eyes snap to mine. That’s why he can’t leave her. He fucking knocked her up. I shake my head. No. No fucking way this is happening to me. I am not this person. I don’t get caught up in drama like this.
“Lane?” I hear Noel say my name as I continue to shake my head and back away from him. “Lane, wait!”
I turn and run back to the bedroom to grab my suitcase. I can’t stay. I can’t stomach looking at him a second longer. The drawer flies open, and I grab a handful of my clothes and throw them in the bag. It’s a mangled mess, but a few wrinkles are the least of my problems. The laptop goes in last, and I zip up the suitcase. I freeze when I hear his voice.
“Where are you going?”
Is he a complete idiot? Did he actually think I’d stay once I found out about Sophie? I shake my head and step around him into the bathroom to grab my makeup bag. Being on the road with Noel isn’t anything like I planned.
Noel grabs my arm as I pass back by him. “Aren’t you going to talk to me?”
I yank from his grasp and head for the bed. “I have nothing to say to you.”
He slams the door shut. “Well, I have something to say to you.”
I roll my eyes. Anything that comes out of his mouth will be a lie, and I don’t have time to listen to his bullshit. I grab my suitcase. “Get out of my way, Noel.”
“No. Damn it, you’re going to listen to me even if I have to tie you to that fucking bed.”
I narrow my eyes. “Wanna bet? Move.”
“God damn it! Would you fucking stop and listen to me for two seconds?” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I fucked up, all right? I know that. Sophie and I aren’t what you think. She means nothing to me.”
I gasp. “You’re worse than I thought if you’d talk about the mother of your child like that. You really are an asshole...like your father.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “I am nothing like that bastard.”
“Oh no? I recall him turning his back on his child, too.”
His jaw tightens, and the muscle work beneath his skin. “What the hell do you know about being there for someone?”
That hurts. He’s calling me out for leaving him four years ago, and it couldn’t come at a worse time. Doesn’t matter. Before I dumped his sorry ass, I was always there for him. “A hell of a lot more than you do, apparently.”
“That’s fucking bullshit. You turned your back on me. You always do. When you think I put something ahead of you, you bail. You did it that night on the dock, and you’re doing it again now.”
I shake my head. “That’s not why I left you. I left you because you were a selfish bastard who cared more about himself than the person who loves you the most.” The suitcase hits the floor with a loud thud when I yank it off the bed. I roll it toward the door.
Noel steps in my path and grabs my shoulders. “Please.” His voice is so low it’s a near whisper. “Please stay with me.”
I close my eyes. I can’t look at him. Even though what he’s done to me is completely shitty, I don’t want to see him this way. Hurting him is the last thing I want to do, but I can’t stay. Not after all this. “Let me go.”
“No,” he says. “I’m going to fight for you. I need you to know you’re my everything. I can’t lose you again. I just want you to give me a chance to prove myself to you.”
His words sting. I wish they were true. If they were, he would’ve ended things with Sophie the minute we reconnected and told me everything. Instead, he hid everything from me. “How can I trust you?” I open my eyes and touch his cheek. “I’m sorry.” I step out of his hold and roll my suitcase out the door.
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T
his isn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had. I roll my suitcase through the parking lot and try to stay out of the way of all the road crews as they push and pull amps and speakers toward the arena. I’m not even sure what city we’re in, let alone how to find a place to hide from Noel.
I hear my name spoken by an unfamiliar voice, and I turn. It’s the bodyguard that’s always herding Noel’s fans away. Noel probably sent him to find me. Great.
“Oh, hey, Mike,” I reply as coolly as I can. I hope he doesn’t notice the heavy-ass bag I’m toting around.
His eyes drop on my hot-pink luggage. “You going somewhere?”
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Um, yeah, actually. I need to find a hotel, but I’m not sure how to get out of this place or even what city we’re in. I’ll Google a cab company.”
He frowns at me. “I can take you if you want.”
If he wasn’t so big, I’d wrap my arms around him and thank him profusely for saving my life. “That would be awesome.”
He smiles and, for a second, he loses that intimidating vibe and turns cuddly. “Come on, the Escalade is parked on the other side of the buses.”
Mike takes the handle of my suitcase and starts walking. I don’t argue. With his muscles pulling that thing, we’ll get out of here twice as fast. When the SUV comes in sight, he hits a button on the key and the trunk opens. Mike shoves my bag inside, and we both jump in the cab.
“What hotel do you want to go to?” he asks.
I shrug. “It doesn’t matter—the cheaper the better.”
He nods and backs out of the parking space. “The tour manager booked us all rooms at a local hotel. You’re more than welcome to have my room.”
“Oh, no, Mike. I can’t do that. You need your room.”
He laughs and shakes his buzz-cut head. “You’re welcome to it. I’ll bunk with one of the other guys. It’s no big deal.”
As bad as I feel for taking his room, I agree. Being broke majorly sucks in emergencies like this. What little money I have left will be spent buying a plane ticket to New York, where I belong. My heart sinks. I don’t belong there anymore either. Not only is my job at Center Stage Marketing flushed to hell, but that non-compete contract makes it impossible for me to get another marketing job in the city.
I’m royally screwed.
Mike pulls the Escalade under the awning of the Hilton and opens my door after he grabs my bag. “Come on. I’ll check you in.”
I smile. He’s unbelievably nice. How can he work for a douche bag like Noel? Mike walks up to the check-in desk, and the blonde clerk blushes as she speaks with him. I can see why girls like him. He looks as if he can lift a girl with one hand and has amazingly cute dimples. He grins while the attractive blonde writes what appears to be her number and slides the paper across the counter to him. He folds it and tucks it, along with his I.D., back into his wallet.
Mike waves to the girl and turns to me with the hotel key card. “Room 211. Do you need me to help you with your bag?”
I shake my head and pat his arm. “Thank you but no. You’ve done so much to help me already.” The handle on my bag clicks as I pull it up.
Mike tilts his head and pulls his mouth into a tight line. “You know, he’s different with you. I’ve worked for him a long time, and he’s mentioned you several times, but I didn’t know how much he actually loves you until he saw you again that first night in Houston.”
I bite my lip. What he said is nice to hear, but it doesn’t change the facts. “He’s having a baby, and he neglected to tell me about it.”
He frowns. “He has his reasons. All I’m saying is give him a chance to explain. Maybe it’s not what you think.” Before I can say anything else, Mike heads for the exit. Noel’s lucky to have him. That guy seems to really care about him.
It takes me two tries to get the room unlocked and get inside. Stupid technology. The room isn’t anything special—a typical king-sized bed-type room. I set my bag on the floor and flop back onto the bed. What the fuck am I going to do? I scrub my hand down my face. This is one big clusterfuck.
My job is screwed.
My love life is shit.
I sigh, dig my cell phone out of my pocket, and search Aubrey’s number.
“What’s up, lucky girl? How’s that fine man of yours?” she says.
I close my eyes. “Not good.” They’re the only words I get out before I start bawling. I let it all go: the emotion and hurt I refused to let myself feel in front of Noel, the anger somehow put on the backburner. I allow my heart to break with my best friend.
“Aw, baby cakes, tell me what happened?”
It kills me to admit to her what an awful person Noel is. “He’s such an asshole.”
She lets out a heavy breath. “Did he hurt you? I’ll kill him if he laid a finger on you.”
I roll my eyes. “Nothing like that. He’s just...” I take a deep breath. “Noel has a girlfriend.”