Page 60 of Saved By the Rockstar Daddy

“I know I sound crazy, and maybe I am, but can I really take the chance of staying with him and having my baby’s face plastered all over the internet just because she is his daughter?”

I sit up and look at her, my heart racing in my throat.

Oh, my God.

“What if she becomes some kind of target for one of her father’s crazy fans? Shit like that happens all the time to famous people, right? I mean, can I even take Aurora to daycare anymore? Can I be sure she’ll be safe there?”

“Honey, you’re spiraling. Please calm down and don’t do anything rash. This is a big decision, and you shouldn’t take it lightly. Think it through. Sleep on it if you have to, but just don’t do anything you might regret forever.”

“Yes, you’re right. I’m just so scared. So confused.”

“So, talk to him. Really talk. Lay it all out there for him to understand where you are coming from.”

She takes her arm from my shoulders as she kisses my cheek. “I’m so sorry, Luce, but I have to go. You know I’d love to stay here with you, but I have a meeting in a bit, and I can’t miss it. But I’ll call you as soon as I’m done, okay?”

She gets up, and I do the same.

We head to the door.

“I can’t thank you enough, Lani.”

“Not a problem. You know I’m your girl when shit happens.”

“I do. I’m so happy to have you in my life.”

“I’m the best.” She winks at me before hugging me tight. I squeeze her too, trying to show her how much she means to me.

“Now, I have to go, but I’ll call you soon. And you can always call me, okay? Any time.”

I nod and hug myself as she leaves and closes the door behind her. I rush to lock it. I need the extra sense of safety after feeling so violated in my privacy.

I don’t know how long I just stand there, my back against the door, looking into the void.

My phone rings in my hand, and I yelp and drop it.

Picking it up again, I notice Apollo’s name flashing and send the call to voicemail. I can’t talk to him right now. Not when I’m so confused.

He calls again and again.

What should I do? I want to have at least some sense of how I feel when we talk, but the truth is I have no idea.

We do need to talk, I know that, but I feel like if we do, it will have to be a goodbye, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

A knock at my door startles me, and I leap to my feet. “Who’s there?”

No answer comes, so I peek out the little hole to find Apollo standing there, hands shoved into his pockets, wearing a worried expression. “Lucy, it’s me, songbird. Can I come in so we can talk?”

I’m not ready at all, but we do have to talk. And I know he won’t just go away. So, reluctantly, I open the door.

His eyes show the depth of his hurt and it just makes me feel that much worse that he is suffering as much as I am.

“Why did this happen?”

He comes into my apartment and closes the door behind him. “I’m so sorry about this. I know you’re upset. I am too.”

“Is there anything we can do about this?”

Taking me by the hand, he leads me to the living room and has me sit down with him on the sofa. “I had a meeting with some guys from my record label about this.”

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