Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(35)

"No, so you can show people you are not ashamed of who you are. Tell people the truth, Lex."

I shook my head. "They've already made up their minds. They think I was a prostitute."

"And you're ok with that? You're ok with Jake smearing your name to everyone?"

I glared. "Why didn't he just leave on his own? Why did he have to throw  me under the bus and claim breach of contract on my part? I would have  let him out if he had asked."

"Because he's a fucking snake."

I was done wasting my energy on Jake. I was free from him. And he had  been right. I wasn't going to run his name through the mud. It would  make me just as ugly and nasty as he was if I outed him. I'd always told  him I'd stand by him if he decided to live his life publicly. I'd feel  like a hypocrite if suddenly I used it against him as if I didn't  support gay relationships. I had to let that go. It wasn't going to  happen.         

     



 

"I wonder how long he had been courting Nicki Niles?"

She shrugged, tucking a few curls behind my ears and pinning them with crystals. It gave my hair a little bit of extra sparkle.

"Long enough to devise a diabolical plan. He signed with her yesterday. He could have at least waited until after the CYAs."

"It doesn't matter. He's in pop now. And I'm staying in country. Hopefully, we'll never see each other again."

I had a lump in my throat. I hoped I was still in country. I wanted to  be. This was my musical place. The instruments I played. The lyrics I  loved. My friends, who had been noticeably absent, were in this  industry.

But Jake's plan to destroy me out of pure driven spite had already been  successful. The calls had stopped. The congratulations had slowed. No  one invited me to any of the after parties tonight. And the one person  who mattered most-Luke-was gone.



I pulled my shoulders back and pressed my lips together, refreshing my  lip gloss before the limo door opened. I had to walk the red carpet  alone. I plastered a smile on my face. I missed Luke. So badly it hurt.

But this was on me. I should have talked to him. I should have told him  the night I opened up about my family. There was so much more to the  story than what I shared. But the fear that he would hate me kept me  from telling him I was desperate when I first moved to Nashville.

My parents were gone. I had no college fund. I had a pocketful of  waitress tips and that was it. When I saw the ad for the dating agency I  answered it. It wasn't supposed to last long. And I wasn't a whore.

"Ready?" the driver asked.

I nodded. "They can open the door."

He signaled to the group outside and the door opened. The flashes and  screams started. I stepped onto the red carpet, hearing my name mixed  with boos and cheers. Reporters screamed my name.

The representative appeared from the side. "Right this way, Miss Wilde.  We'll just keep you moving here. Yep. Just keep walking."

I smiled and looked up at him. He guided me through a line. Instead of  stopping and posing for pictures or answering questions he ushered me on  the other side of the paparazzi row.

"Don't I need to-"

"We'll just keep moving. I don't want you to deal with anything  uncomfortable tonight." He pulled the earpiece on his head. "Ok, looks  like I can take you straight to your seat."

"But, I wanted to say hi to some people." I looked over my shoulder. I was the only one being whisked inside as if I were late.

"Inside works. And it's cooler," he offered.

I refrained from stomping my pointy heel into his toes. He was only  doing what he had been told to do, but I felt it. The judgment. The  pity. The problem I caused for the awards. They would much rather I  tucked my tail and stayed home to watch the awards in my PJs and with a  big bucket of cookies and cream ice cream.

Instead Lexi Wilde was here to collect all her CYAs in person and remind  the world that country fans had fallen for a girl that underneath it  all was paid to be liked.

This was when I needed a manager-someone who could navigate this mine  field for me. Show me where it was clear to step. Who I should avoid.  The path to safety.

There hadn't been time. Between severing ties with Jake, losing Luke,  and preparing for the show with Helena I didn't have time to vet and  interview new managers.

Before he could shuttle me inside, a microphone was shoved in my face.

"Lexi, what do you want to tell your fans about the accusations? Do you  think it's going to affect your chances tonight to take home an award?"

I turned to my guide, indicating I was going to stop whether or not he liked it.

"Hi." I grinned sweetly. "I'm so happy for my fan support. I've felt so much love this week. Really, I can't thank them enough."

Years of working alongside Jake had prepared me for these kinds of questions.

The truth was my accounts were filled with nasty words like whore, slut,  and hooker. I had been overwhelmed with venom and hate. It took  everything I had to get out of bed. Helena had convinced me to stop  reading the nastiness.

"And the awards?" the reporter pressed.         

     



 

"Oh, I'm not even thinking about that," I lied. "It is an honor to be  nominated, and I just loving being here to celebrate country music with  my friends."

I felt a tap on my elbow and I knew I had to get inside or be carried.

"Thank you."

I ducked inside and faced a crowd of my peers.

"I can find my own seat." I told the representative. "Thank you." I  tried to be gracious, but he was overbearing. "Unless you want to walk  with me to the ladies' room?" I suggested.

He took the hint and walked back outside. I doubted there were any other  artists here who caused the kind of image problems I did, but someone  always showed up drunk, and you could count on at least one couple to  have a major fight in the limo before the car door opened. It was  standard award show activity.

"Olivia."

I waved to one of the first artists I ever toured with. Olivia Jones was  one of the biggest headliners when I started in the business. I hadn't  seen her since we did a holiday concert together last year. I crossed  the lobby to give her a hug, but before I got to her she had already  stepped inside the theater.

I bit my lip, trying to convince myself she hadn't seen me.

But after the next three artists snubbed me, I couldn't pretend any longer. I wasn't welcome here.

The lights flickered and everyone squeezed through the doors to find  their seats. I hesitated. If I left, no one would care. They would find a  seat filler for me. Someone like Olivia would say I wasn't able to make  it to accept my award. But screw that. I was stronger than what they  thought they knew about me.

I had a song to perform tonight.

I had awards to collect.

I had an image to rebuild, and I wasn't going to start that by running  away. I didn't know if Luke was in my life anymore, but he had taught me  that strength wasn't sporadic. It wasn't a convenience you could turn  on and off. It was a part of my DNA.

The Lexi Wilde that clawed her way to the top was going to dig her boots in and stay.





34





Luke





I heard an obnoxious pounding sound coming from the foyer. I opened one  eye and then another. I looked down at the empty bottle of bourbon on  the floor. It was at least the third one. Fuck. My head hurt.

I heard it again. Someone was at the front door.

I pushed myself off the couch, stumbling to the door. I opened it.

Alexa was on the porch, dressed in a long beaded gown that hugged her hips and dipped between her breasts.

For a second I had forgotten that she had betrayed me. That we were no  longer together. I saw her and my instinct was to pull her in my arms  and kiss every inch of her skin. And then I remembered.

"What are you doing here?" I growled.

"If this is the only way I can get you to talk to me, I had to at least try."

"I don't want to talk."

I stumbled back.

"Are you drunk?" Her eyes widened.

"Fuck yeah. You have a problem with that?"

"Is this my fault? Have you been drinking for two days? I called Linc  and he said you had a cold. This isn't a cold. This is stupid."

"Go back to Nashville, Alexa." I started to close the door in her face, but her palm slammed on my initials.

"No. You are going to hear me out, Luke."

She busted past the loose hold I had on the double doors and marched  into the living room. She was a blurry whirl of glitter and sequins. I  couldn't keep up. I was fucking drunk.

She stood in front of the fireplace. I tried to keep my focus on her, but the room spun.

"You need to get in bed." She looked at me. "You are drunker than I thought."

Before I knew it, she had my arm over her slender shoulder and started to push me toward the bedroom.

"You are not getting in my bed," I threatened.

"I know," she whispered. "But you need to sleep this off and we can talk in the morning."

"I don't know about that." I shook my head.

But as soon as I saw my bed, I collapsed in a heap. I felt the tug of my  jeans, but I was too exhausted to fight her. Her cool hands worked the  pants off and she slid me under the covers with some effort. She  returned a few minutes later with a tall glass of water and some  ibuprofen.