Page 100 of Serving the Maestro

I pressed a hand to my belly and closed my eyes.

That's what I needed to focus on.

My baby.

I was pregnant.

I’d gotten what I wanted in the long run, right? I wasn’t going to dwell on the father because I hadn’t wanted a father in the picture to begin with.

Any pipe dreams I might have had about Trent were just that. Dreams that wouldn’t happen, and I was better off without a man in my life anyway.

Tears stung my eyes, and I blinked them back, then grabbed my phone.

It was barely seven. My flight left in a couple of hours—I’d booked the ticket last night after locking myself in the guest room, telling myself it was the only course of action. I wouldn’t be like my mother, pinning my whole world on a man, then crashing when he yanked the foundation out from under me.

I didn’t need him.

I called Cam.

“Hell, Jazz, what time is it out there? I’m still in bed,” she said, yawning.

“Did I wake you?”

“No.” She heaved out a sigh. “Danny’s making me breakfast, and I’m being a lazy slug. He’s babying me, and I love it.”

My throat constricted. “Maybe I should call back.”

“No. It’s fine,” she said, voice softening. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“I...” The tears threatened again.

“Jazz?”

Everything came pouring out, from the time Trent had texted me to wear something sexy to me locking myself in the guest bedroom.

“It’s over, Cam. I trusted him. I thought there was something special between us, and obviously there’s not. Trent slept with somebody else at his studio, or at least he was getting a lap dance from a former girlfriend.”

Cam was silent for a moment. “How do you know that?”

“Because the former girlfriend told me about it when we ran into each other.”

“Okay…and what did Trent say when you confronted him about all of this?” she asked.

Biting my lip, I squeezed my eyes closed. It took a few seconds to get the words through my tight throat. “I didn’t.”

“Say what?” she demanded. “You didn’t say anything to him? Why the hell not?”

“Because he hurt me!” It came out louder than expected, and several people looked my way. I glared back even as I blushed, embarrassed over the outburst. Hell, my emotions were raging like crazy here. “He lied to me, Cam. And I fell for all of it. I always told myself I’d never be like my mom, and this happens.”

“Sweetheart...” Cam’s voice trailed off, several seconds passing before she tried again. “Jazz, you’re nothing like your mom. She shut down and all but gave up living. You’d never do that. That doesn’t mean you’re not going to experience heartbreak. That kind of goes along with the loving somebody deal.”

“Then I’ll just do without the loving somebody deal,” I muttered.

My phone clicked and I lowered it. My breath hitched as Trent’s name flashed across the screen. Rejecting the call, I blocked him from my mind. I wasn’t ready to think about him yet.

“Jazz, you don’t even know if this woman was telling the truth,” Cam said. “Don’t you deserve to know that? Doesn’t Trent deserve a chance to explain?”

“What’s to explain? He tells me to look sexy, he’s got a surprise for me, and we get to this club and bam, his girlfriend is there.”

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