The last thing we need is the press catching wind of this. I don’t want that girl getting one second of fame from the lies she’s spewing.
It’s a little after eight-thirty in the morning, and Jordon is on the phone with his agent. He’s a total mess right now. I told him he should call his parents, but he doesn’t want to get them involved. He doesn’t want to have them come down here and bond with a baby that he knows in his heart isn’t his.
It’s going to be the longest three days of his life while we wait for the DNA results. His attorney informed us we can have a saliva test done on Jordan and the baby, as soon as she’s born. We should have the results within three days.
Just as Jordon is getting off the phone, it alerts him of a new message.
“Who is it?” I ask nervously, because, by the look on his face; he doesn’t seem too thrilled.
Dropping his head into his hands, he shakes it and shows me the text message with a link to Perez Hilton’s website.
Breaking News! Jordon Valentine is going to be a daddy! And it isn’t with his rocker girlfriend, Brittan, the lead singer to the rock group Beyond Redemption! An anonymous source confirmed to us his ex-girlfriend Kinsley Jefferson is in labor right now at Mercer Hospital in Chicago. Does this mean the end to Rock & Roll’s favorite new couple already?
“Who the fuck leaked this?!” I shout jumping to my feet and snatching the phone out of his hand.
Tossing his head back and hitting it roughly against the wall three times, Jordon slides his hand over his face as he tries to keep his anger at bay.
“Either Kinsley did this or one of her stupid fucking friends. I know for damn sure it wasn’t a nurse in here, unless they’re looking for a fucking lawsuit.”
I can’t believe it. She hasn’t even given birth yet, and the story is already out to the press. Now it’s going to spread like wildfire.
“You need to call your agent back and tell her that you want to make a statement to the press. We need to quash this before it gets out of control.” I tell him as the business side of me takes over.
This is how I cope with all the dilemmas that have come my way since losing Cane. I dive into business mode and focus on nothing but work. It’s a great distraction, and right now that’s exactly what Jordon and I both need. It won’t be long before our phones will be blowing up with messages.
Of course her boyfriend or ex-boyfriend - whatever the hell he is, hasn’t come to the hospital. He texted Jordon back at almost three in the morning saying he wasn’t coming. I thought for sure Jordon was going to get in the car, drive to the guy’s house and drag his fucking ass here.
He starts typing away on his phone, so I climb up onto my knees, and peer over his shoulder; he’s pulling up Facebook and goes to Kinsley’s page. I didn’t even know they were still friends after breaking up.
“She’s still your friend on Facebook?” I ask with annoyance in my voice. I can’t help but get irritated that he would keep an ex on there.
My page is reserved for friends only. I can’t say ex’s because I don’t consider my random hook-ups ex’s, but they were people I didn’t know and never planned on seeing again.
Never looking up at me, he answers with his voice low, raspy and seething with anger, “I never thought of removing her because we tried to stay friends. It’s a good thing, because now I can screenshot the shit she’s posting.” Holding the phone up so I can see better, he shows me her recent posts.
“That conniving little bitch!” I spit out as I snatch it out of his hand and scroll through.
She’s been posting since last night about her labor and chatting back and forth with friends. She wrote a status that said she was getting her epidural, and was so relieved that Jordon is here by her side as they wait to meet their baby girl.
Then a few friends commented asking about the Brock guy Jordon told me about. She proceeded to go on and on about how she made a huge mistake breaking up with Jordon. She’s almost positive the baby is Jordan’s, and that’s why Brock isn’t here at the hospital. She hopes that Jordon and she can get back together to raise their daughter. A few asked about me, and she brushed them off by saying I was some fling. That Jordon will not hesitate to toss me aside to be with her.
“You made it very clear to her to not say anything until after you got your DNA results back. The chances you are the father are very fucking slim. A condom may not be one-hundred percent safe, but it sure as hell makes the odds that it’s this Brock guy’s a lot higher than yours. Especially since they never used anything.”