Page 55 of Double or Nothing

“I’m going to need more time. I still have some business to tend to before I decide if I want to pursue this.”

“Oh, of course. We all need to be in this one hundred percent for it to work.”

I nod in agreement.

“How’s Kat treating you? She’s the best, isn’t she?”

“She’s great.” He has no fucking clue just how amazing she is. “No complaints.”

I can hear Mac chuckle behind me. I’ll get the fucker for that later.

“I’ll let you know my decision before I leave town,” I say as I stand.

“I look forward to hearing your decision. In the meantime, if there is anything you need… don’t hesitate to ask. Kat will do whatever you need.”

Somehow, I doubt that.

Chapter 27

Sutton

After my meeting with Jack, I still have a radio interview and an autograph signing on my itinerary.

“Why the hell does Val always schedule me for so much shit?” I ask, looking down at the sheet of paper.

“She wants to be famous.”

I can hear the disdain in Mac’s voice. He and Val are like oil and vinegar, each of them thinking they know what’s best for me. Which can be entertaining, considering their ideas of what’s best for me vastly differ.

“You mean, for me to be famous.”

“No, I know what I said,” Mac says as we enter the studio.

The interview is scheduled for thirty minutes, but knowing Xavier like I do, it will most likely end up taking an hour. Xavier is the deejay from 92.4, Record and Roll, one of the best and a really cool dude. We’ve met several times but never sat down to do an interview, so this is a first. A huge deal for both of us.

“Sutton, man, how have you been?” Xavier greets me over the air, although we just said hi and shook hands five minutes ago.

“Doing good. Living the dream.” Currently, that dream is more like a nightmare, but the audience doesn’t need to know that. Granted, they would eat up that shit, but no way in hell am I sharing that much.

“I’m glad our schedules matched up, and we could finally do this.”

“Me, too.”

I grew up listening to the station and to this day, to Xavier. I know it won’t be a fluffy interview. He’s going to ask those off-the-wall questions no one wants to answer. He doesn’t want to hear about all the women I fuck or why I punched a window at the last venue where I performed. He wants what no one else gets. The secrets. The truth.

“I promise, I’ll go easy on you.” The look on his face says otherwise.

The first few questions are typical, the same that everyone asks. What musicians did you look up to? What made you want to get into music?

“Who’s your muse?” he asks.

Fucking hell.

Easy question for most, but for me? Especially right now?

Mac looks at me, an amused smile on his face as he waits to hear my response. What can I do but be honest?

“Not Mac, that’s for sure,” I say with a laugh. Mac hates the limelight, but he’s pretty famous, thanks to the shit I’ve pulled over the years, and the ladies love him.

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