Page 105 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

He cocks an eyebrow. “The girls are with Mercy now while she cries her eyes out because you broke her heart.”

“I didn’t break her heart. We argued about my drinking and she left.”

His face softens. “Gibson, you called her a bitch.”

“I wouldn’t call Mercy a bitch.”

“She asked you to not use the word and you called her a bitch again. She said she loves you and you called her a bitch.”

I shake my head. “No, this isn’t right.”

Mercy never said she loves me. I would remember her saying those words. I would remember the woman I’m falling for declaring her love for me. And there’s no way I would call her a bitch. No way.

“I don’t believe you.”

I walk away while digging my phone out of my pocket. Fender blocks my path to the front porch so I make my way to the back patio instead. I dial Mercy’s number. When she answers on the first ring, relief fills me. I knew it wasn’t as bad as Dylan made out.

“This is Mercy’s phone.”

“Virginia? Why are you answering Mercy’s phone?”

“Because she doesn’t want to speak to you.”

My stomach falls. Is Dylan right? Did I say those horrible things to Mercy? I need to make this right. I can’t lose her. I love her.

I wait for the freak out those three words should cause but it doesn’t come. Instead, peace settles over me. I love Mercy. She’s the woman I’ve been waiting for. And apparently I treated her worse than crap yesterday. Shit.

“I need to apologize,” I tell Virginia. I’ll beg if I have to. I’ll do whatever’s necessary.

“Hold on.”

I pace the porch as I wait for Mercy to come to the phone.

“Gibson?”

I frown. “Indigo, where’s Mercy? I want to speak to her. I don’t want to play phone tag.”

“You’re stuck with me. Virginia is trying to calm Mercy down.”

“Calm her down? Why does she need to be calmed down? Is Uncle Mercury okay?”

“Old Man Mercury is fine. He’s going to outlive us all. You, on the other hand, are going to be dead if Mercy gets her hands on you.”

I can’t blame her. I know she hates the word bitch. It’s what her mother calls her whenever Mercy tries to help get her sober. My stomach flips. I didn’t mess up yesterday. I completely and totally fucked up.

“Let me apologize to her.”

“What do you want to apologize for?”

I blow out a breath. “For how I treated her yesterday.”

“And how did you treat her yesterday?”

“Not very well.”

She sighs. “You don’t remember, do you?”

Shit. This is bad. I open my mouth to lie but stop. Lying is not the way to make this right. “Dylan told me.”

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