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“Well, yes. I needed to see if there was any chance—”
“Fuck, Aurora!” I threw up my hands. “He’s almost definitely my kid! I’m waiting for results of the test, but you had no goddamn right to send her away without at least giving me the message. We had a condom malfunction, which is why I believe her even without the test. So if you’d told me, I could have handled the situation. Instead, now you’ve left me vulnerable. What if she’d gone public? Went to the press and put it out on social media? Not all press is good press. Not when it makes me look like a motherfucking deadbeat!”
She’d taken a step back, taking a more apologetic stance now. “I’m sorry, Zeke. I honestly had no idea you’d actually met her. When Ross told me the band blew her off, I wrote it off as the ploy of a desperate young woman. I wasn’t going to bother you with it.”
“I should fire your ass,” I hissed.
“Zeke, what are you talking about?” For the first time, she looked scared, and I’d probably regret this in the morning, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.
“In fact, I’m done with you. After the show tonight, we’re having a band meeting and voting on it. You need to pack your shit and be gone by the time I get back.” I grabbed my wallet and room key and headed for the door.
“Zeke, wait! Please!” She grabbed my arm, tugging lightly even though she wouldn’t be able to budge me if I didn’t want her to.
“Aurora, I’m too pissed off to have a conversation right now.”
“I know. And I’m truly sorry. Let me make it up to you. Just tell me how.”
“There isn’t a goddamn thing you can do to give me back the four months I’ve missed of my son’s life.”
“You don’t even know if he’s yours!” she snapped.
“He has my eyes.” I pulled out my phone and showed her the picture Lexi had texted me.
Her face paled as she stared at it. “Oh, fuck, Zeke.”
“Yeah. Band meeting tonight after the show. Someone will text you the time and place.” With that, I pulled my arm out of her grasp and stalked out of the room.
I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to keep moving so I wouldn’t explode.
15
Zeke
It was a risk to walk through the hotel casino, but we were playing here at The Charleston Hotel, so it was the easiest thing for me to do. I didn’t even have my all access pass—I’d left it in the room in my haste to get the hell out of there—but it wasn’t like the staff and crew didn’t know me. I kept my head down to ensure I didn’t make eye contact with anyone and arrived at the venue in confusion. We usually got here with either the equipment or through some private side door, so I had no idea where to go.
Jesus, I really was nothing but a spoiled rockstar who couldn’t function without Ross or one of the roadies to tell me where to go.
That had to change.
Annoyed, I yanked out my phone and called Kingston.
“Hey, where’d you go?” he said by way of greeting.
“I had to check on something, and now I don’t know how to get backstage. I’m in the hallway that goes back there, but all the doors are locked.”
Kingston was quiet for a minute. “Uh, hang on. Let me ask Ross.”
Okay, good. He didn’t know either. Now I felt a tiny bit less like a diva.
A couple of minutes later, Ross stuck his head out of a door, and I headed in his direction.
“Lost, little boy?” he asked as I followed him.
“Maybe a little.” I didn’t say anything for a minute, but I couldn’t let it go. Everything was still too raw. “Hey, Ross?”
“Yeah?” He glanced over at me.
“You ever feel the need to keep something major from me again, you’re gone.”
