Page 122 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“It was during their first tour.” She hands my phone back to me and I scroll through the pictures to find a more recent one. “This was a few months ago.”

“You look hot with a guitar.”

“Too bad I can’t actually play one. I didn’t get a job at a managing firm as a gateway to fame. Mike hired me because I don’t take crap from anyone.” Including Jett, the supreme asshole of the universe.

Ellery smiles at me. “Good for you.” She motions to the window. “The celebration is for Gibson. He got out of rehab today.”

“Today?” I consult my agenda. “He’s not supposed to get out for another five days. Shit. I need to speak with him.”

I grab my coat from the bed where I threw it. “This job never ends.”

“Tell me about it,” Ellery mutters.

I say my good-byes and hurry out of the inn and down Main Street to where the party is happening. I roll my eyes. I don’t think a party is a good way to celebrate being sober but what do I know?

I scan the area for Gibson but my gaze gets stuck on Jett. He’s not alone.

My mouth gapes open at the vision in front of me. Jett is playing with a girl. I’d guess she’s around thirteen. As I watch, the girl touches him and yells You’re it. Jett bounds away but stops after a few steps to make sure she can keep up.

I rub my eyes. I must be seeing things. The Jett I know absolutely does not want anything to do with children. It’s why I’ve kept things secret from him.

I’ll deal with him later. Gibson is my current priority. I spot him making out with a woman on the sidewalk. She must be Mercy.

I’ve been looking forward to meeting her. Too bad our first meeting will involve me yelling at her boyfriend for busting out of rehab early.

I march toward them.

“What the hell?” Jett’s shout has me stopping in my tracks. “What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?”

“Wow. How big is your ego? I’m not stalking you. I’m the PA for the band or did the bump on your head give you amnesia.”

The rest of the band and their partners gather around us. Awesome. An audience.

“You won’t be the PA any longer if I have anything to do with it,” Jett grumbles.

I throw my arms in the air. “Not this again. How many times are you going to try and get me fired?”

He doesn’t respond. Probably because he’s too busy staring at my bump.

“Are you pregnant?”

I place a protective hand over my stomach.

“You are. It better not be fucking mine,” he says and stalks off.

My breath catches and tears well in my eyes. I knew he wouldn’t handle my being pregnant with his baby well, but this is worse than anything I could have imagined.

I whirl around and rush away. I can’t deal with the sympathy from the rest of the band now.

Chapter 35

Happy ever after – when everyone gets what they want even Old Man Mercury

Several months later

Mercy

“Hello! Is anyone home?” I holler as I enter Uncle Mercury’s house.

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