chapter 2.42
Jackson
I didn’t even remember how I got between them. All I knew I was talking with Mako and then I was on them, blinded by shock.
Jerking the asshole’s arm away from Winter, I said, “What the fuck, dude. Get away from my girlfriend.”
I didn’t even remember how I got between them. All I knew I was talking with Mako and then I was on them, blinded by shock.
Jerking the asshole’s arm away from Winter, I said, “What the fuck, dude. Get away from my girlfriend.”
“I’ll get away if she tells me to, otherwise...”
“Victor, please,” Winter said, sadly. “It’s okay. I’ll only be a moment.”
I stared at her, glaring. “So, he’s the reason you’re not talking to me? What are you doing? Screwing him?”
“No...he’s just a friend.”
“Yeah? And you always hang all over your friends like that?”
“What about you? I saw you with your groupies. Don’t lie to me and say you’re not fucking them behind my back.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw those pictures of you online. Don’t try to deny it. Just get away from me, Jackson!”
She pushed me, but before she could get away, I grabbed her arm. “Get back here, Winter. You’re not making sense. I haven’t been with any groupies.”
Winter jerked her arm out of my grasp and pointed. “I saw!” she hissed. “You were cuddling on the couch at some club in Windenburg. You’re such a liar!”
I held her wrist so she couldn’t stab me with her finger again. “I am not. I didn’t do anything with anyone. Honest. I don’t know what you saw but I wouldn’t do that to you. Stop acting like a jealous bitch!”
She slapped me hard. “Don’t ever call me names, Jackson.”
My cheek stung as guilty feelings poured over me. I reached my hand out to her and said, “I-I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to call you that. I just wish you’d trust me.”
Voice quivering, she said, “And I wish you’d act like my boyfriend. Why did you have to hang around those girls?”
My mind swirled, trying to figure out what she was talking about. Maybe she saw some promo pics? God, I had to be more careful. Pulling her toward me, I stroked her shoulders. The tension in her eased a bit. “I’m sorry. Maybe you saw some pictures I posed for a local magazine. There were two models, but we sat for a few shots, nothing more. I don’t even know them. They aren’t groupies. I guess I should have told you about it, but I had no clue the American press would use them.”
I whispered in her ear, “I promise. That’s all it was. I love you, Angel. I wouldn’t cheat on you.”
Suddenly, her shoulders shook as she started crying.
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry you thought that.” I turned her around as she put her hands in her face.
“I can’t do this, Jackson. It’s so hard with you being away all the time.”
“Baby, I know it’s hard. It’s hard on me, too. You know? I hate being away from you. I’m going to have a break in a month and then I’ll be home for a while. At least three months.” I rubbed her arms and whispered in her ear, “You can’t give up on us. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”
Sniffling, she nodded as I clung to her, rocking her, trying to calm her down. “Hey...you know what? I’ll talk to the bar owner and see if we can boogie out of here early. Okay?”
She wiped her tears and gave me a weak smile. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
“That’s my girl.” I hugged her, so thankful it was all a misunderstanding. I hated the thought of her being with that guy. I noticed he’d left. But a part of me was nervous about him. She might worry about groupies, but it looked like I might need to worry about Mr. Fratboy. I didn’t trust him.
After the gig, Winter and I fell into each other’s arms, making love, slow and tender. I wanted to show her how much I loved her. I’d never even want another girl.
She was my angel. My world.
