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The blood drained from my face. "But... Sonya...?"
When he spoke next I could tell he was smiling, as though he knew a delicious secret that I didn't. "Sonya will take care of herself. And she'll take care of you, too."
I blinked, stunned. "Uh, why would she? She hates me."
"No she doesn't. Well, not more than she hates everyone. But you need to trust me on this. Sonya will handle this problem. If your ex-boyfriend is sitting there pouring lies into her ear, I think you can trust that Sonya isn't going to believe them."
I swallowed hard. "All my other friends believed them."
"Then they weren't really friends," Kent said gently. "You're part of the band now, Rebecca. You're our unofficial fifth member. Sonya will take care of you."
I blinked through the sudden sting of tears. Why was I crying? I wasn't part of the band. I was just a paid babysitter.
"Why are you so nice to me?" I asked suddenly. "I mean, aside from wanting to f.u.c.k me, that is."
Hooboy. I would never have said something like that sober.
At the other end of the line, I heard Kent suck air through his teeth. "Because you're..." He trailed off. "Because you've helped us so much."
"I haven't done anything."
"Yes, you have. You are Carter's friend, and Manny doesn't go out with anyone he doesn't like, and believe me when I tell you that Sonya may not act very nice, but you'll be glad she doesn't when you realize that she isn't going to let someone lying about a band mate go unpunished." He paused. "And I do want to f.u.c.k you. There is that."
Hearing it said out loud made me shiver. "Why don't we just do it?" I asked. "Manny and Sonya know. Why are we pretending?"
He didn't answer me for a long minute. "I don't know," he said. "I thought I needed to focus on Carter and the band. But... I don't know. That seems like a really weak excuse, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," I said. "It does. Especially since I have taken care of the Carter problem."
Kent was quiet for a moment, and then sighed. "I don't know. But Rebecca, I don't want you to worry. Everything is going to be okay. I don't know what Sonya will do, but I think you'll be happy with the results. I'll see you back at the hotel, okay?"
I swallowed. "Okay."
He hung up.
I stood in the middle of the bathroom, trembling. I had no idea what he meant when he said Sonya would handle it, or take care of it, but I wanted to trust him. Licking my lips, I shoved my phone in my bag and went back out to the bar.
Manny was sitting there finishing off my drink.
"Hey," I said weakly.
"It was going to waste. We're going to miss the show if we stay here."
"Show?" I said dumbly.
He looked at me with his brows raised. "Oh, that's right," he said. "You've never seen one of Sonya's shows. They're gonna get her in deep s.h.i.t one day, but they're still great."
My curiosity-and frustration-was piqued. "What the f.u.c.k are you talking about?" I said.
"That's your ex-boyfriend, right? Don't worry, Carter told us he's an a.s.s. Sonya will take care of him."
"That's exactly what Kent said! Did Carter... did he tell you the whole story?"
"Naw, he just said that he wrote the new alb.u.m with you in mind and that you had an ex-boyfriend who really f.u.c.ked you over."
Now I felt doubly bad for thinking for even a second that Carter would tell the story when I'd asked him not to. "And?" I said.
Manny looked at me and for the first time I couldn't detect even a hint of a smile in his eyes. "You haven't heard the alb.u.m yet," he said. "That alb.u.m is money, Rebecca, and whatever that guy did to you, Carter found enough in it to write one of the best alb.u.ms I've ever heard. You know, emotional. Angry. It's going to make us rich as h.e.l.l and Kent is beside himself. You can't listen to those songs and not feel angry for you. I mean, once you know it's you they were written for. Now come on, this will be fun."
I followed Manny out the door just in time to see Sonya getting into the driver's seat of Jason's junker car. Jason got in on the other side and they peeled out of the parking lot like they were auditioning as stunt drivers.
"We still have the van," Manny said. "I'll drive."
I wasn't so wrapped up in everything as all that. "No," I said, "I think I'll be driving."
"Suit yourself," he said, tossing me the keys. "Let's just get out of here."
We did.
We got to the hotel and I found Jason's junker without any problems. My stomach was starting to twist into knots. I had no idea what to expect, and I still didn't believe that Sonya hadn't been won over by Jason's lies. The way she'd been glaring at me made me feel queasy, though seeing Jason again after I fled was more than enough to make me feel sick. I didn't ever want to see him again.
The drive to the hotel had put a lot of thoughts into my head. Thoughts like, How did Jason know where to find me? Or, Why is he stalking me? My phone sat heavily in my bag, a weight on my mind and my heart. The voicemails were still there. Kent had told me not to listen to them for emotional reasons, but he'd kept them for legal reasons. Now I wanted to know what was in them more than ever... except for the part where I didn't want to know what was in them at all.
Curiosity isn't a sin, but d.a.m.ned if it doesn't feel like a punishment.
I licked my lips and swallowed hard as I found a parking s.p.a.ce-far away from Jason's car. Manny was bouncing up and down in the pa.s.senger's seat as if he'd just mainlined a pound of speed.
"Come on, come on, we're going to miss it!"
I had no idea what he was talking about, but he seemed like he was about to p.i.s.s himself so I just said, "I'm going, I'm going!" and jumped out of the car.
Manny actually ran to the front doors of the hotel and opened them. He stood there impatiently, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for me to get my a.s.s in gear and I almost laughed at the expression on his face-one of consternation and excitement. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"The lobby."
The lobby was a very nicely appointed place, and was surprisingly full of people-mostly people in suits or nice office clothes, clearly here on business, but I recognized some of the crew from filming, too. They were sitting around with big grins on their faces and drinking coffee-probably spiked.
Manny grabbed my wrist and practically dragged me over to one of the sofas, right near the elevators, and plopped me down. "Here, this'll be the best spot to wait," he said. "You're going to get a great show. Actually you should get your phone out."
Shaking my head, I did so. The elevator doors opened and Manny made a little squeak of joy, but the doors slid open to reveal Kent and Carter. They spotted us almost immediately and hurried over. Well, Carter hurried over. Kent strolled as though he had all the time in the world. His eyes lingered on me, and I met them. There was a promise in his eyes, one that made me shiver and look away.
There were lots of things unsaid between us. After all this was done, I had a feeling that we'd say those things. For now, we had to get the past over with, before we could move into the present.
"So I hear the douchebag showed up at the bar." Carter flopped down next to me. "How did he know you were going to be there?"
"He's been stalking and hara.s.sing Rebecca for almost a week now," Kent said. "It's likely there was some gossip leaked on a blog and he used it to his advantage somehow."
I had the sudden, horrible thought that Jason had been stalking me while I'd been on set.
It didn't make any sense to me. Why would he do that? Was the answer in those voice mails?
Now I really wanted to listen to them, and I was about to switch my phone on when the elevator doors opened again.
Sonya came strolling out, rolling a luggage cart. She had a little smirk on her face as she pulled it behind her, and it was only when she reached the couch that I realized what was on the luggage rack.
It was Jason.
My jaw dropped.
He was almost naked except for a towel around his waist. But aside from that, he was naked. Well. There were the ropes, too, if you could count them. He was tied up like a hog, a silk gag in his mouth. None of that would have been embarra.s.sing, except for the chin-strap d.i.l.d.o fastened around his nose, giving him the appearance of an obscene Pinocchio. He was whimpering, and as he pa.s.sed me his eyes grew wide.
I'd almost forgotten that Manny told me to take pictures. I switched my phone on, lifted it, and snapped a photo. It was then that I realized Sonya had written across his back in bright red lipstick, "I AM A LIAR."
Oh my G.o.d, I thought. Oh. My. G.o.d.
Next to me, Manny was howling with laughter while Carter was snickering so hard tears were leaking out of his eyes. It was starting to dawn on the rest of the room that something was happening, and whispers turned to giggles turned to peals of laughter. The video crew made catcalls as Sonya did a circuit around the room, her smile so huge that I almost didn't realize it was probably the first time I had seen her smile.
"Oh my G.o.d," I said. "What the f.u.c.k?"
"She does this all the time," Carter said between giggles. "She hates it when guys perv all over her and get gross. So she pretends she wants to sleep with them and takes them back to the hotel and convinces them, somehow, to do all this insane s.h.i.t, jump through all these crazy hoops to sleep with her."
"And they never get laid," Manny howled. "Never ever."
I glanced at Kent. Out of all the room, only Kent wasn't laughing. He did look awfully satisfied, though.
Licking my lips, I edged around Carter, who was wheezing and trying to catch his breath, and sidled up to him.
"So," I said. "You didn't want me to delete those voice mails because of legal reasons. But this is okay?"
He shrugged. "I can't control what Sonya does. After all, how can we be sure this has anything to do with you? Or in retaliation for anything he may or may not have done in the past week? I haven't told anyone about those voice mails. Whatever he was saying to her at the bar had her mad enough to pull one of her tricks on him." His lips thinned. "Those voice mails aren't enough for a restraining order and restraining orders are bulls.h.i.t anyway, but they are certainly hara.s.sing. I was hoping he'd get bored and stop. Instead he had to escalate it." He waved a hand. "He deserves this."
Sonya had completed her circuit of the room and was pulling Jason back toward the elevator.
I stared at him as he pa.s.sed by. He wouldn't even lift his eyes to look at me.
"I'd better go up with Sonya to make sure he doesn't do anything to her after she lets him go and tells him he's not getting laid," Carter said. He bounced up from the couch and sauntered after Sonya, and I watched as they loaded my s.h.i.tbag ex-boyfriend into the elevator and began to chat as the doors closed.
Then it was over and suddenly... I felt lighter.
Not because Jason had been humiliated in front of a bunch of strangers, but because after four years of being isolated, of being lied about to people I thought were my friends, I finally did have friends. Friends who didn't believe lies about me. Friends who looked out for me.
Manny poked me in the arm. "Hey, let's go get some drinks at the bar," he said.
I'd never heard a better suggestion. I looked up at Kent. "You want to come?"
He looked down at me. That dizzy, b.u.t.terfly feeling hit me as he studied my face. Then he ran his hand through his hair. "Not right now. I think I want to do a little songwriting."
I raised my eyebrows. "I didn't know you did any songwriting. I thought that was all Carter."
He gave me a little half-smile. "Well, I wouldn't say I'm as good as Carter, but I like to dabble here and there. Anyway... I'll be up for a while. Come talk to me if you want."
And then he wandered off.
I watched him go.
Then Manny poked me again. "You are going to get laid," he said.
I shot him a glare. "That doesn't mean I'm getting laid," I said without thinking, then clapped my hand over my mouth.
Manny just laughed at me. "Come on, let's get another drink at the bar. I don't want you to be around when your dumba.s.s ex is trying to sneak out to his car."
Well. Fine. That was a fair point. "Oh, I suppose," I said, and followed him to the bar.
Thirty minutes later Sonya joined us, looking, for the first time since I'd met her, happy.
"Drinks are on me," she said as she sashayed up to the bar.
"Yessss!" Manny said and turned to the bartender. "A pint of your most expensive Scotch, please."
I turned to Sonya, but I wasn't sure what to say. She glanced at me and held my gaze. For Sonya, it seemed like every human interaction was a personal challenge.
"What'd he say to you that made you do that?" I finally blurted.
She made a face. "He told me he was your ex-boyfriend and he was really interested in getting back together with you."
My brain blanked. "What? Why... that doesn't make any sense..."
She smirked. "I know. Carter told us he wrote the new alb.u.m for you. You've only heard one song, but they're all like that. They're brilliant, actually. He didn't say what your ex had done to you, but those songs are pretty clear. He'd done something really bad. Beyond just cheating or whatever." She gave an elegant little shrug and tossed her long red hair over her shoulder. "Anyway, I asked him why and he told me he was concerned about you getting into Carter's lifestyle because you're a drug addict."
I pressed my lips together.
Sonya laughed at me. "Look at you, all prim and proper. No one in their right mind would think you're addicted to drugs. But he was all in with this line, so I let him talk and talk and talk and he just dug himself deeper and deeper and deeper so I finally told him that some girls think it's s.e.xy for a guy to want to save a woman and that he should come back to the hotel so I could tie him up and do terrible things to him." Her smirk returned, deeper than before. "Can I help it if he agreed?"
"And... he didn't say anything else?"
"Oh he said plenty. Said you stole and cheated and were going to bring the band down."
"And... and you didn't believe him?"
Sonya's smirk disappeared and she gave me the most contemptuous glare I had ever seen. "f.u.c.king please," she said. "What makes you think I'd believe some dumb f.u.c.kstick man I'd just met over a woman I know? That guy is a piece of s.h.i.t. I could smell it on him." She wrinkled her nose and tossed her hair again.
I stared at her.
"What?" she snapped. "You thought I would sell you out? f.u.c.k you."