I found myself wandering the hotel and without even realizing it, ended up on Lindsey’s floor. Maybe I was a fool, but I wanted to try to talk to her one more time. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say since I really knew so little about the situation still, but something inside of me couldn’t leave her alone. Guess I was a glutton for punishment.
I turned down the hallway leading to her room and stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a couple laughing. I walked slowly around the corner and saw what looked like a guy leaving her room. I walked a little closer, hoping my eyes were deceiving me. My heart dropped when I realized it was indeed Lindsey.
She looked like she was naked with a sheet wrapped around her luscious body. The stark white of it was a striking contrast against the red of her hair. She was giggling and wrapped her arms around the guy’s neck before giving him a kiss. Her sheet started to fall away and he held it back up to her while they both laughed.
“What the fuck?” I whispered when I figured out the guy she was hanging all over was Drew. She fucked Drew? What the hell?
It appeared Drew was trying to leave, so I hung back and waited for him to go. I managed to hide in a nearby hallway until he walked by. I waited until I heard the ding of the elevator closing before I went to her hotel door. I was more than a little bit annoyed she was mad at me for the way I behaved with women when it was becoming apparent she wasn’t a whole lot better with men. My antics were more publicized because I was famous.
Now she moved on to Drew. I thought she had a thing for rockers but I guess she didn’t discriminate. He always dressed like he came from the golf course, fucking preppy. He was the opposite of me, but maybe that’s what she was going for.
I knocked on her door loudly. “Lindsey, answer the door. I know you’re there.” I wasn’t going to fuck around. I wanted to talk to her and I wasn’t going to play any games, not after what I just saw.
I crossed my arms across my chest and widened my stance. I could hear her moving around in the hotel room. I may have even caught the sound of a few choice swear words coming from her mouth.
“I’m not leaving until you open the door and talk to me,” I said dryly. I wasn’t kidding either. If I had to camp out here until it was time to go to my show in Vegas I would.
I heard her footsteps approach the door and I couldn’t help but be slightly amused. I could imagine her stomping furiously towards the door. There was that feisty girl I was so attracted to.
I heard the door unlock and she flung it open, glaring at me. I was a little disappointed she was dressed now in jeans and a t-shirt. I would have preferred her naked and still wrapped in a sheet. Her hair was back up in a messy bun.
“What the fuck do you want, Cane?” She put her hand on her hip and looked up at me.
“I want to talk,” I said and pushed my way past her and into her room. I noticed the bed messy from her romp with Drew and I swore I caught a whiff of sex in the air. I had to push the images of her beneath him from my mind or I was going to punch the wall.
“You can’t barge your way into my room,” she said, shutting the door and following me into the room.
I was so angry she didn't want to talk to me but my cock was also rock hard. Her passion and temper was such a turn on. Screw talking; I should take her against the wall and pound the fuck out of her. Then I remembered seeing Drew leaving her a little bit ago and I changed my mind; I didn’t take anyone’s sloppy seconds.
“I only want five minutes of your time, Lindsey. That’s it.” I was sounding a little bit desperate and I hated it. I hated that she made me feel this way. It wasn’t something I was used to.
“Fine,” she said and crossed her arms over her chest. “Five minutes and then I want you out of here and I want you to leave me alone for the rest of the tour.”
I ran my hand through my hair and rubbed the back of my neck. I wasn’t sure that was a promise I wanted to make. She seemed to be impossible to leave alone.
“Ok,” I lied. I started to pace the room, trying to calm my nerves. I wasn’t used to being nervous about anything. The emotions going through my mind made it hard to collect my thoughts. I was angry she slept with Drew - a little hurt even. I was also jealous. I should have done a shot or two before coming here.
“Well?” she urged. “Clock’s ticking.”
God, she could be a fucking bitch. I stopped pacing. “That chick isn’t my wife. At least I don’t think so. She claims we got married here in Vegas the last time I was in town but I have no recollection of it and no one else can confirm or deny her story.”
“So?” She didn’t look impressed and I wasn’t sure what else to say.
“I sent her back home to get the marriage license she claims she has. I told her I wanted proof.” I walked over to her and put my hands on her arms. “You can come back to my room. There’s no reason to leave.”
She rolled her eyes and walked away. “Seriously, Cane. You can’t even remember if you’re married.” She turned around, her eyes bright with tears. “And you want me to come warm your bed while you wait to find out. What about those girls I saw you and Diesel with? I’m sure they would keep you company while you waited for your wife to come back.”
“What do you want from me?” I threw my hands up into the air. I was beyond frustrated at this point and not sure what else to say. "I'm trying here."
“Even if she’s not your wife, Cane, there will be another woman behind her claiming to be the mother of your baby or the next Mrs. Stephens. When will it stop?”
“What about you?” I was mad now and was going to play dirty. I walked towards her.
“What about me?” She asked backing away from me until she was against the wall.
“I saw him leave.” My eyes bore into hers.
She bit her lip but didn’t say anything.
“I’ve heard stories about you and your obsession with rock stars.” I put a hand on the wall above her head, essentially trapping her. “How are you any better than me?”
“Get the fuck out of here, Cane,” she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly with her hand.
“Now you’re moving onto the managers, huh? Or using him so you can get access to all of the musicians? Going to work your way through every guy on the tour, Lindsey?” I was on a roll now.
She reached up and slapped my face and I instantly regretted what I said.
“If you don’t leave now, I will call the police and say you attacked me. Then I will write a story for Rolling Stone about your ‘wife’. It will be all over the news so fast it will make your head spin,” she said through clenched teeth.
I put my hand on my cheek and backed away from her; guess she could play as dirty as I could. Threatening me with the press was probably the lowest thing she could do.
“Fine, go back to fucking Drew. I hope he makes you scream like I do.”
I walked out the door, not waiting for her response. I was done with her. The bitch was like every other female I met; she wanted something from me and once she got it, she turned into a totally different person.
I stormed down the hallway to the elevator, read to forget all about Lindsey. It was time to get fucked up on an epic scale. On the elevator, I called one of the guys on the crew that was good at hooking me up with whatever drugs I wanted. He was at a party and he gave me the address to join him there.
I caught a cab in the lobby of the hotel, anxious to get there and get high. I didn’t have a show for two more days and I was going to spend those so messed up, by the time I sobered up, Lindsey would be a distant memory.
15
Lindsey
I fought back a scream of frustration after Cane left my room. I sat on the bed and took a deep breath. What an arrogant fuck. Where did he get off saying those things about who I slept with? He probably slept with more women in a month than I did in a year.
Hot tears of anger burned my eyes. My head was pounding from all the booze Drew and I had consumed and I w
as tired from no sleep.
What made me even more upset was the fact that while I wanted to slap the shit out of Cane for being such an asshole, I was also so attracted to him. I had to fight from jumping into his arms and begging him to fuck me.
I grabbed a pillow off of the bed and threw it across the room with a scream. It was going to be a long tour trying to avoid Cane, but hopefully I never had to talk to him again. I flopped back on the bed and threw an arm over my face. Maybe a shower and some food would help.
I called housekeeping to come change my sheets. They were still a mess from my night with Drew and made my room smell like a frat house between the booze and sex. They said they would come in about an hour so I took a long hot shower.
While I was in there, I thought about the two men I had slept in the past few days. They couldn’t be any more different. Cane was full of passion and sex with him was a little rough and animalistic. After a night with him I was sore in places I didn’t know I could be sore.
Drew was a slower lover, more concerned with my pleasure than his own. I suspect part of that had to do with how he felt about me, but I wasn’t sure. I may have opened a can of worms by sleeping with him, but might also be a nice distraction the rest of this trip.
I closed my eyes and leaned forward, resting my head on the cool tile of the shower while the hot water ran over me. Both men were great lovers, but it was Cane that consumed my thoughts despite being furious with him. Maybe the only way to get him out of my head was to go home.
I opened my eyes and finished my shower. I needed to call Rebecca. She would set me straight and give me a verbal ass kicking if I mentioned quitting and going home. Maybe I would convince her to take some time off of work and travel with me. I needed some girl time and a break from all of the testosterone I had to deal with.
When I was done with my shower, I dressed in some shorts and a tank top. I was going to venture out of the hotel finally and find a place to eat after I talked to Rebecca. I was tired of feeling sorry for myself.
I was putting the finishing touches on my make up when there was a knock on the door. I went to open it, thinking it was finally housekeeping. When I opened it, I was surprised to see Drew standing there.
“Hey, Lindsey,” he said, grinning down at me. Before I could even respond, he cupped my face with his hands and gave me a soft kiss. “I’ve missed you.”
Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?
I smiled back at him, scrambling for something to say. I wasn’t going to lie and say I missed him too. For me, what happened between us earlier was only sex, nothing more. It seemed as though Drew read more into it.
His phone rang and I almost breathed a sigh of relief. “You better get that,” I said and found the remote on the nightstand to turn off the TV.
“Nothing’s more important than you,” he said before pulling his phone out of his phone and answering it. As he spoke, I pointed to the bathroom and mouthed that I would be back. He nodded and I turned my back to him, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.
I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. If I was going to use Drew as a distraction from Cane, more alcohol was going to be a necessity. I’m not really sure it was fair to use him like that either. Damn, my life had become a fucking mess since coming on this tour.
I was messing around with my hair, trying to get it into the perfect messy bun when Drew knocked on the bathroom door. “I’m off the phone.”
“Ok, I’ll be right out,” I replied. I sprayed my hair with some hairspray and put my hand on the doorknob. I took a deep breath and opened it. Drew was sitting on the bed and he smiled when he saw me.
“Still haven’t made the bed, huh?” He grinned at me.
“No, I called housekeeping but they haven’t arrived yet. I was going to get something to eat. Do you want to join me?” I regretted the words almost as soon as I said them. Asking him to dinner wasn’t going to deter him; it was only going to lead him on more. Oh well, he wasn’t a bad guy and we could have some fun.
“Sure! There’s a great Italian place nearby. We can walk.” He got up off the bed and waited for me to grab my purse.
“I hate to ask this, but you haven’t seen Cane lately have you?” He asked on our way to the elevator.
I bit my lip, not sure if I should tell him I talked to him right after he left. “No,” I decided to lie. “I’m done with him.”
“That’s what I thought,” he said, putting his hand on the small of my back as we entered the elevator. He was always such a gentleman. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Most of the guys I dated had no manners.
“Why do you ask?” I tried to ask nonchalantly as we rode down to the lobby.
“I guess no one can find him,” he shrugged. “I said he was probably balls deep in a pussy somewhere. It’s not like he has disappeared before, sometimes days at time even. This time it was only a few hours. They are waiting for him at rehearsal.”
Bile rose in my throat at the thought of him fucking someone else, but Drew was probably right. “Yeah, he’s probably too busy getting laid. This is Vegas after all.”
“Right,” Drew nodded. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me near. “I’m glad you realized what a jerk he is before he hurt you.”
“Me too.”
We made small talk on our walk to the restaurant and I was surprised when he took my hand. I was annoyed at first, but then appreciated the small gesture. This guy really liked me and I was going to make an effort with him. I was over falling for guys that treated me like dirt.
We were seated right away at the restaurant and the server had just brought the wine Drew had ordered for us.
He lifted his glass and smiled at me. “I want to propose a toast to us, Lindsey.”
I picked up my glass and clinked it against his. “To us.” I plastered a smile on my face before taking a drink, downing the whole glass. I was feeling a little overwhelmed by the whole situation and maybe the wine would calm my nerves some.
Drew’s phone rang again and he set his glass down with a scowl. “After this call, I’m turning this damn thing off for the rest of the night.”
“Drew,” he answered the phone curtly.
I looked over the menu, but couldn’t help noticing the look of concern that spread across his face as the person on the other line talked. They were talking loud enough that I could hear them, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.
“Are you sure it’s him?” He asked, glancing over at me. He was silent while the other person talked. I was filled with dread; I had no idea what happened, but by his reaction, I knew it wasn’t good. “I’ll be right there.”
He hung up the phone and tried to wave our waiter over.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” I asked, my heart pounding. Did this have something to do with Cane? Had someone found him?
He threw some cash on the table and stood up. “There’s been an accident and I have to get to the hospital. I’ll call you later.”
I stood up as he started to leave and grabbed his arm. “Drew, what happened?”
“I’m not sure, but I have to go.” He ran his hands through his short hair anxiously.
“Is it Cane?” I said, barely loud enough for him to hear.
He opened his mouth to speak and closed it. He walked back to me and took my hand. “Yes, he’s been in a motorcycle accident.”
“Oh my God,” I said, lifting a hand to cover my mouth. “Is he ok?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I have to go.” He let go of my hand and began to walk out of the restaurant.
“I’m coming with you,” I said, following behind him. He was walking so fast I almost had to run to keep up with him. We got outside of the restaurant and thankfully there was an empty cab there.
We slid inside and Drew gave the driver the name of the hospital Cane was at. I chewed on the side of my mouth nervously, my mind filled with a million questions I was too scared to find out the answer to
o. It seemed like we were hitting every red light and got behind the slowest people. I clenched my hands in my lap. I wasn’t religious anymore, but my parents had us in church every Sunday when I was growing up, so I said a quick prayer to the man upstairs for Cane to be ok.
“You didn’t need to come along,” Drew said tersely, looking out the window. “I could have called you later and told you how he was. I’m sure it’s nothing anyway.”
“I know,” I replied softly, facing out my window as well.
We pulled up to the ER of the hospital and Drew paid the driver before we got out and walked quickly inside. The sight there didn’t have me feeling any better. The rest of the guys from Hookers and Hand Grenades were there in the waiting room. The grim faces told me this was more serious than I had hoped. Drew went over to the band’s manager to get the scoop while I hung back, hugging my arms and feeling helpless.
I was about to join Drew to find out what was going on when Cane’s best friend Diesel walked over to me.
“Hi Lindsey,” he said.
“Hey,” I replied. “What happened?”
“Let’s go sit down,” he replied, leading me over to some chairs in the waiting room. We sat down and he took a deep breath.
“The details still seem to be shaky, but it appears Cane took a motorcycle and drove a little fast. I’m guessing he was high or drunk - maybe even both. Witnesses say he lost control of the bike and crashed.”
“Oh my God,” I whispered, my eyes filling with tears. “Is he ok?”
Diesel shrugged, his own eyes wet with tears. “Not sure. He’s still alive but he’s in surgery to fix some internal bleeding or some shit. He had a helmet on, otherwise he’d be dead. He’s pretty banged up.”
“Did you see him?” I asked, my heart pounding.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. I reached out and touched his leg. “He looked terrible.”
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