Dragged the f**k by.
We both call each other every chance we get, but with her work, my work, and the time difference, it gets a little difficult. It’s f**king painful if I don’t get to talk to her at least once a day. We always message each other when we wake up and before we go to bed, without fail, so that’s something at least. She also likes to send me a few sexy pictures of her every now and again—which I love.
I come to a standstill when I see a woman standing in front of the bus door.
“Is that?”
Kidd groans. “Holy shit, she’s a stalker.”
“Call security,” I mutter.
Kidd nods and walks back as I approach the woman who I saw in Sydney and in Boston. She’s now in Louisville, Kentucky.
And standing in front of my bus.
With a smile on her face.
She waves at me as I approach. Christ, what is wrong with this chick?
“You can’t be here,” I tell her, frowning. “How did you get back here?”
She doesn’t say anything, but what she does do, is throw herself on me and try to kiss me. I move my face and her mouth touches my cheek, before she’s pushed off me. Ryder grabs her and pulls her back.
It’s then I see another girl standing next to the bus, camera phone in her hand.
Fucking shit.
Security comes and escorts them both out.
“Fucking crazies,” Ryder mutters, shaking his head in astonishment. “I think you were about to get raped.”
I slap him on the back of the head.
Later that night, I call Tee to tell her what had happened. Her phone rings but goes to voicemail.
“Hey babe, it’s me. Some drama happened today, and I wanted to tell you before you see it somewhere else. Call me when you finish work, love you.”
I hang up and sigh, staring down at the phone in my hand.
It sucks being away from her—but she’s worth it.
The moment I get her back it will be worth everything.
*****
A week later, Ryder walks over to me with a solemn look on his face.
“What happened,” I ask, standing up from the chair I was sitting on.
“Fuck Sax,” he grits out. “You aren’t going to believe this shit.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands up. “Is Tee okay?”
Ryder sighs and places a magazine on the table.
A trashy gossip magazine.
He opens it and stops on a page. The title reads ‘My life as Saxon Tate’s mistress.’ The picture of the woman, Eliza, when she jumped on me is right there. Her arms are all over me, her legs around my waist. Her hair is covering our faces and our expressions.
It looks f**king bad.
There’s also the picture of us together in front of the Sydney hotel.
Really bad.
I skim through the article about how apparently I’ve been sleeping with this bitch for some time. I stop after I read that. I can’t read anymore bullshit or lies.
Like I would ever touch a woman like that.
“You told Tee about what happened though right, so who cares what anyone else thinks,” Ryder adds.
Yeah, about that.
Fuck.
“I went to tell her but she didn’t call me back until the next day and then I forgot,” I tell him, wincing.
He cringes. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll tell her. I was there and know what happened.”
I throw him a curious look. “You think you have that much pull with your cousin? To pull me out of this bullshit?”
“We all know the truth Saxon. Everyone here does, including Lexi.”
This is true, I just hope she will listen to what I have to say. “The evidence is pretty damning.”
“Saxon—”
“You know this is the reason she didn’t want to give me a chance initially. One because I was with Lexi first and two because I cheated, so I gave my all to get her to trust me. And now because of some unstable, lying bitch those thoughts are going to be running through her head, making her second-guess all her choices about me.”
“Fuck—you really do know her,” Ryder says, looking surprised. “She might second-guess, but I think that she will know deep down that you wouldn’t do this to her. She was there that night in Boston, I’m sure she will realize that chick is clearly an obsessed nutcase.”
I bury my face in my hands. “I thought the lead singer was meant to attract all the crazies.”
He slaps his hand down on my back and chuckles. “Apparently they like the bad boy drummers even more.”
I grab my phone and scroll through my recent call history, clicking on her number.
No answer.
“Maybe she hasn’t even seen it,” he says, shrugging.
“Yeah right,” I grumble, standing up and walking into the room Tee and I stayed in when she was here, punching the door on the way in.
This is it—the test of trust in our relationship. Except there’s more to it. There’s f**king evidence for the world to see, and it doesn’t matter that it’s all bullshit. I can just imagine the comments she will get about it. I didn’t want to put her through anything like this, but I know problems like these can come with fame. I guess I never expected it to affect Tee like this, which is kind of naïve of me. I decide that if I can’t get in contact with her by tomorrow, I’m flying my ass home.
Fuck the concert.
I’m sorry to my fans but this is more important to me right now.
There will be other shows, other tours.