Page 34 of Sexy Dirty Fun

He stood up and gave me a hug. “Any time. Now you take care and be careful. There’s a lot of jerks on that tour.” He flagged me down a cab and gave me another quick hug before I got in.

I couldn’t help but smile a little on the ride back to the hotel. Oh, I was madder than hell that Cane blamed me for his paralysis, but I was a little bit thrilled that I managed to break through that armor he wore. It made me feel better to know I wasn’t another notch on his belt too.

I was definitely looking forward to shower and bed when I got back to the hotel. I wasn’t sure if we would be stopping at any more hotels the rest of the tour so I was going to enjoy my roomy bathroom one last night. As I was fishing in my purse for my key, I bumped right into someone.

“Sorry,” I mumbled without looking up.

“Lindsey, I thought you were going to bed.”

I looked up to find Drew in front of me. His shirt was untucked and it looked like he was swaying while he stood there. He was even more fucked up than he was when I left him.

“I had to run out and get some stuff before we left,” I muttered, finding my key. “I’ll see you tomorrow Drew.” I hurried past him to the elevator.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?” He said the words loud enough for a few people in the lobby to hear what he said. I stopped for a minute but didn’t turn around. I closed eyes and sighed. He was drunk; he didn't realize what he’s saying. I kept walking and got on the elevator. I pressed the button to close the doors and prayed he wouldn’t follow me.

I had to stop sleeping with guys I met at work. When was I ever going to learn? Sometimes I think my life would be easier if I had done what my parents had wanted and become a doctor like my brother. His life probably wasn’t as complicated.

I closed my eyes and memories of the summer’s tour flashed through my mind. There was great music and fans screaming to hear the bands they loved play. There was nothing like a live show to get your adrenaline going.

And there was Cane. My body started to tingle when I thought about the way his hands felt on my body and the way his filthy mouth would whisper things while we fucked. Sure, things were fucked up now, but no matter what happened between us, I would forever remember those passionate nights together.

The elevator arrived at my floor and I headed to my room with a smile on my face. That was why I didn’t pick a boring job despite my parents’ protests. If I did, I wouldn’t have experienced have the things I did or have the memories that would last a lifetime.

It definitely was all worth it.

18

CANE

Iwait impatiently for a few weeks for Destiny to come back to Vegas with some sort of proof we were married. As each day passed, I became even surer she was full of shit. It was a relief but it also pissed me the fuck right off that the bitch would like to me like that. My whole life spiraled out of control when she showed up at my hotel room and told me she was my wife.

I eventually called our manager and had him hire a private investigator. I didn’t have much info for him other than a phone number she had given me before she left and that she was from Florida. I didn’t have high hopes he would find anything, but I had to do something; I couldn’t take the chance she would show up again and make the same claim. If she did, this time I wanted to be ready for her.

I also sent him on a mission to check with all the different wedding chapels in Vegas. I found it hard to believe no one witnessed our wedding - if there even was one - and didn’t run to the press. I couldn’t buy cigarettes at the corner gas station without it becoming national news.

Focusing on trying to find Destiny and getting this marriage thing straightened out gave me something else to think about besides the fact that we were missing the tour. I wanted them to wait for me to be up and walking again, but after a couple of weeks, the insisted they had to start up again.

Drew called a meeting with the band in my hospital room to talk about waiting or continuing on. He had found a band that could fill in for us and told us sponsors and tour organizers were losing too much money. They were pushing him to get things back on the road.

I could barely look at the fucker while he talked. I kept envisioning him on top of Lindsey, fucking her. Did she think about me while his hands were on her body? I had to keep my fists clenched during the meeting and didn’t really hear much. After he was done running off at the mouth, he kept checking his phone. Maybe he was waiting for a booty call from Lindsey. The thought made me want to puke.

Drew was lucky I couldn’t get out of bed because I seriously wanted to kick his ass. A part of me was even glad we weren’t going back on tour because I couldn’t stand being near him.

As pissed as I was at Lindsey for sleeping with Drew, I was feeling a little bit guilty about the way I reacted towards her when I woke up. I was such an asshole, even for me. I was nervous and scared by the fact I had no fucking feeling in my legs and I lashed out at her.

I thought about calling her and asking her to come see me before they took off, but what the fuck was I going to say to her? She was probably too busy with Drew’s cock in her mouth to come talk to me anyway. A small part of me had a tiny sliver of hope that she would stop to see me but I couldn’t blame her for not wanting to talk to me after treating her like shit.

“You look like you’re deep in thought,” Diesel said as he entered my room one afternoon and caught me playing with my phone. The guy had barely left my side since my accident. He sat with through every meeting with the doctor, asking good questions I would have never thought of. He kept telling me I was going to walk again. If he hadn’t been here, I would have probably given up.

I set my phone down on the tray next to me. “Not really,” I muttered, thankful he had come in before I made a fool out of myself and did something stupid.

He grinned and glanced at my phone. “You were thinking of calling her, weren't you?”

“Who?” I replied. It pissed me off sometimes how well he knew me.

“Lindsey.” He pulled up a chair next to me and sat down.

“Why would I call her? We fucked a few times but it was no big deal. She’s probably with Drew now anyway." I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince more - him or me.

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