Page 53 of Fallen God

“He knows you have work. We are going to drive you. I have security sorted so the papers won't bother you or the kids and–”

“Chance.” I rolled my eyes. “I don't need security. They will get tired of this and move on to the next story. I’m not the first and I definitely won't be the last poor sod who got herself knocked up by a rockstar.”

The burly biker eyed me suspiciously, and then he shrugged. “You're right on that one, but the car is there. Erik would really like to talk to you. Hey, if nothing more, it means you get a ride to school and you don't have to walk or take the bus.”

I hesitated. He had a point there.

“Fine.” I let my shoulders droop. “Lead the way, biker boy.”

* * *

“Oh, hell no.” The words were loud, even over the throb of Erik's car's engine.

“Get in the car, Lola,” Erik piped up from the front driver's seat as Chance slipped into the passenger side. It left me standing with the back door open, staring open–mouthed at the raven haired beauty who was looking out at me cooly from the dark interior.

“No, what the hell is this?” My hand curled into a fist around the door handle, shaking uncontrollably. “Are you joking?” It had to be some kind of sick, twisted joke. It had to be. But never in a million years had I ever thought Erik would be so cruel. I went to slam the door on her and Chance's arm slammed back and caught it before I could. Where Erik’s voice had been almost apologetic, Chance’s was close to angry.

“Get in the car, Lola.”

“Take your fucking arm away or–” with a growl, I slapped at it. “Do you know what, screw you all. Shut your own damn door.” Turning on my heels, I had taken two steps through the grey slush on the ground when Isla spoke.

“Lola.”

“Just give Isla a chance to explain,” Erik said quietly.

I froze where I stood.

“Come on, Lola,” Chance cajoled. “What's the harm in hearing her out?”

The harm of hearing her out. I could think of several reasons why I never wanted to lay eyes on Isla ever again. And all of them had to do with the man we both wanted. The one everyone thought I had stolen from her. Well, she’d had her revenge now because she had stolen him right back.

“I don't have time for whatever this is. I have work.”

Twisting in his seat, Erik speared me with his eyes. “It's a five–minute drive. You can give her five minutes, and anyway there's so much press outside you have no chance of getting through the gates without us. Let us give you a ride, Lola.”

Chance piped up again. “You wouldn't want to be late on your first day, would you?”

Glancing down at the watch on my wrist, I groaned. If I walked now I would be late. Another notch against me and my employment. “Fine.” Groaning, I folded myself into the car.

“Dion is in love with you,” Isla said the moment the car door shut behind me.

I didn't bother looking at her, instead I stared out of the window, trying not to take in her words, refusing to look at her.

“Dion only…” Isla paused and the break in her voice made me turn my head towards her. I didn't move my body, keeping as far away from her as I could. Like the foot distance that parted us would somehow keep me safe from her.

She was hurting. It was written on every chiselled angle of her too beautiful face. I understood that kind of pain because I was going through it myself. She was the founding member of the ‘Dion broke my heart club’, and I was betting we were not the only two members. How many girls had he destroyed with his smoky eyes and skilled mouth? Probably more than I wanted to know.

“He only wants you.” She swallowed hard, her throat working. “From the moment he set eyes on you in Vegas, it was just you.”

I continued to stare at her.

“And I'm ok with that, I think.” Her lips twitched in an attempt to smile. “I'm trying to be, anyway. One day I'll get over him.”

“Get over him? He was with you when… He came to you,” I spluttered. How dare she sit there and act so sad?

“When you told him you were pregnant?” Isla’s dark hair fell over one eye as she cocked her head to the side. “Yes, he did, for advice. He didn't even come in for more than five minutes. It was nothing at all.”

“Nothing?” My mouth thinned. My jaw muscles ached from where I was clenching it so hard. “He still went to you.”

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