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240 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 30, 2022




“Must be a shitty job,” I said. “Or are you always this … pleasant?”
“Your mama ever tell you that beauty is only skin deep?” I asked her as I leaned a shoulder against the wall and studied her.
Then, add to it the fact that he had begged me for one thing before he left: to get Dean Finlay’s autograph. Dean Finlay had been his idol from the moment Cam fell in love with the drums.
Maegan stepped out of the kitchen, wearing an apron. I hadn’t known I even had a fucking apron. “I made you lunch. In case you’re hungry,” she said. “I need to fuck. I don’t want strings or drama. I just need to come,” I replied. She smiled then. A seductive one. “Where do you want to fuck?”
She cried out my name. I knew she was loud during sex. I’d heard her and Kiro going at it more than once.
I almost didn’t think about Clara in the other room, flirting with Dean. Almost. He was definitely her type. She liked them rich and older. Dean would be her holy grail.
“Oh good. Did you bring her to join us? I love threesomes,” Maegan said.
I saw the second Brielle’s pleasure turned to horror in her eyes. She looked stricken as she pushed me away and grabbed her shorts, tugging them back up her legs before buttoning up her shirt. “What the fuck?” I barked at Maegan, barely containing my fury.
“You’re fired. Get your shit and go. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer. You broke the contract,” I said and continued heading to my bedroom. “Dean! I didn’t know,” she called out after me.
It had been two weeks since I’d seen Brielle. The space had been good for me. Fucking Helena didn’t help, but it was a distraction for a moment.
The strippers that Kiro brought home were entertaining as well, but in the end, it was just a shallow, pointless release.
I was putting Brielle behind me. That had been a terrible idea anyway.
I wasn’t what she needed, and she was no longer a hot fuck I wanted in my bed. She was a mom with a great kid who she was raising alone.
Having your mother date your idol was a dream come true for a boy, but what did it become when he found out that his idol was his father?
(PAST) “Oh, sweetie, he doesn’t have your ticket. He used it to get Natalie—you know, your best friend—into the concert with him.”
(PAST) “You can call him, but the last time I saw him, his tongue was down Natalie’s throat, and his hand was on her ass. He didn’t give her your ticket because you hadn’t shown up. He’d invited her weeks ago. They just didn’t tell you. Oops,” she said, then placed a hand over her mouth, as if she were shocked.
(PAST) “You found me, sugar. Or were you looking for Kiro?” It was then that the owner of the voice stepped into the moonlight, and Dean Finlay’s face came into view before he took another pull from his cigarette—oh, wait. The smell … that wasn’t a cigarette.
(PAST) “You’re supposed to be onstage,” I blurted out. He chuckled. “Is that so?”
(PAST) “You just came to find us then? Smart. Most of the groupies are already inside. Why didn’t you join them earlier?” His gaze fell to my chest. “Deet would have let you in. He knows my type.”
(PAST) When he rolled off me, then promptly passed out, I stood up, and I noticed the broken condom still on his penis.
(PAST) I’d tried to contact Dean when I was younger. Back when I had nowhere to live and a baby on the way. I left a few messages on the band’s contact page on their website. I also used the mailing address that was for their fan mail to tell him about the pregnancy.
Cam was Dean Finlay’s son.
“Everything I have ever done since the day you were born is because I love you. I made mistakes because I was young, but I have always loved you completely, and I will always love you. No matter what life throws our way, I’m here.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. Because Dean Finlay did not love me. She misunderstood the situation.
“I grew up in a home with a mother who was mentally and emotionally damaging. The only love from a parent I got was from a rock star who was often stoned or drunk when I was around him. I had everything money could buy, but what I really wanted was a fucking mom. One who tucked me in at night.
One who was there to hold me when I cried. One who I could depend on. I didn’t get that, Dean. But … my brother did. Poverty or not, the kid has a damn good mom.
Be furious if it makes you feel better, but remember, you fucked a seventeen-year-old girl. A foster kid at that. And you don’t remember it. She had no one. She was a kid. Yet here she is, ten years later, with your son. He’s healthy, happy, and fucking talented.”
“How the fuck was she supposed to do that? She was a kid! A homeless kid! Jesus, Dad, look at it from her side. How was she supposed to do that? And fuck it! You should have asked for her ID. Made sure she was legal.”
“You’ve got a week. One week. Decide what you’re going to do. Because in one week, I will meet my brother with or without you.”
I had given Rush all money could buy, but that hadn’t been a mother to love him. One that he would stand up for and protect.
