Page 32 of Sexy Dirty Fun

“Right,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Why don’t you get some rest?”

“Don’t tell the other guys about my legs yet, ok?” I said. I wasn’t ready to let everyone know I was a washed-up rock star who couldn’t walk.

“You know they’re worried about you too,” he said. “I can’t lie to them.”

“Please,” I pleaded. “Just a little bit longer.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “But you can’t wait too long to tell them.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Maybe I would magically get better and I would never have to tell them.

He walked to the door. “Ok, I’ll be back.”

“Diesel,” I said, stopping him before he was gone.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“Thanks for being here,” I said. It was hard for me to let any feelings show, but if anyone deserved to know, it was him. We had been there for each other through a lot of shit and I couldn’t ask for a better best friend.

“Anytime,” he said with a small smile and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

I leaned back and put my head on the pillow with a sigh. I looked out the window at the Vegas night sky and even from the hospital I could see the lit-up city. I should be out there fucking anything wearing a skirt and partying it up; I shouldn’t be here in the hospital, not sure if I’ll ever walk again.

I banged my fist down on the bed. This was all Lindsey’s fault! My life was fine before she came along. I was living the dream - singing to screaming fans almost every night and getting pussy anytime I wanted it.

Then she enters my life and she was all I could think about. She fucked up my mind so bad I didn’t know how to party anymore. I always knew my limits and rarely did I push them; I wasn’t a total idiot. I had heard the horror stories of up and coming bands that let fame and fortune go to their head only to ruin it all by partying too hard. I even met a few of them on my journey to the top and I always vowed I wouldn’t let that happen to me.

But here I was. I was sitting in a hospital bed because of a chick. Because of her, I went out and got all fucked up so I could forget. I wanted to forget how she looked when she smiled at me and how sweet her kisses were. I wanted to forget how good it felt to be buried deep inside her while she moaned and arched beneath me.

It was a good thing I was bed ridden right now because I wanted to punch the hell out of someone or something. I wasn’t going to let that bitch ruin what I had worked so hard for. The next time the doctor came in here, I was going to listen to what he had to say and do whatever it took to walk again.

I was going to show her there was no way she could keep me down. I would come back bigger and better than ever. And when I did, I wouldn’t let any woman get close to me. If people thought I used women before, wait until the new Cane Stephens came back. He was going to make the old one look like Prince Charming.

I heard my phone ring nearby and managed to find it in one of the drawers near the bed. It was scratched to hell and I couldn’t believe it survived my crash. I pulled it out and snorted when I saw Lindsey’s name on the screen. She had a lot of nerve calling me after I kicked her out of my room earlier.

I hit ignore on the phone and then turned it off. The first thing I was going to ask Diesel to do when he got back was get me a new phone and a new number. I wanted to make sure she was never able to contact me again. After all, she was nothing but trouble.

17

LINDSEY

“Did you hear me?” Drew asked over dinner a couple of nights after Cane kicked me out of his hospital room.

“What?” I asked, breaking out of my trance. I had been thinking about the way Cane looked at me with such contempt when he yelled at me to leave. I don’t think anyone’s words hurt me so much. I sat in that room with him while he was unconscious and when he woke up, all he could do was yell at me. What an asshole.

“I said that we go back on the road tomorrow.” He put his fork down and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “I’m ready to get out of this town. More than a few days in Vegas too many.”

I nodded my agreement. When Cane had been hurt, the tour had halted until it was determined if he could continue on or not. I had heard the rumors about him not being able to walk and when a fellow reporter told me this morning we were moving on without Hookers and Hand Grenades, that confirmed it.

Throughout the day I heard people whispering about them finding a new lead singer, but Cane wasn’t someone that could be replaced quickly. Say what you wanted about his douchey personality, he could sing. They weren’t even half the band without him and it would take some pretty big shoes to take his place.

Drew reached across the table and grasped my arm. I looked down and fought back a sigh. We hadn’t slept together since that night but it wasn’t for lack of trying on Drew’s part. He put the moves on me more than once. I managed to convince him I needed some time to myself after everything that had gone on, but he hadn’t left my side, waiting for me to let him know I was ready for a relationship with him.

But that wasn’t going to happen. I was done with men in the music business. First there was Shaun and then Cane. Musicians were crazy and I was getting too old for this shit. Sure, Drew wasn’t a musician, but he worked with them on a daily basis. That was close enough for me.

At one time, writing for Rolling Stone was my dream job. Now it was nothing but a nightmare. I was in talks with my old editor at a fashion magazine to come back when the tour was over. I would probably have to move to New York too, but I didn’t care. Right now, even moving back to Madison by my parents was more appealing than this roller coaster.

When dinner was done, we walked back to the hotel. Drew walked me back to my room and as I turned to put my key in the door, he grabbed my arm.

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