to show me off, and then I’m out the fucking door.”
Zac blanched. He understood I would talk to his father with no hesitation if he stepped one more toe out of line. We both knew the only reason he had this job was because his dad owned the company. His father and I worked together early on in my career, something that Zac had probably forgotten. I wasn’t about to let this jackass push me around, and I certainly wouldn’t let him parade me around in front of the cameras. Exploiting my hatred of the media was shameless and despicable. If his mission tonight was to talk me into more exposure, he would be disappointed.
I tried calling Jaxon as soon as I sat down in the car, but it went straight to voicemail. It had been two and a half hours since he had texted me. As hard as I tried, I hadn’t been able to get out of there any faster. Every time I turned around someone else was trying to talk to me. Zac signed the paperwork confirming the production schedule and emailed the contract to his dad so it would be set in stone. I didn’t trust him not to change it later.
Two minutes later I called Jaxon again. I wanted to send him a text to see where he was, but I didn’t know if it was a good idea or not. He probably wouldn’t answer and if he thought I was coming he might try to avoid me. It terrified me to say the words out loud, but he should have heard about the pregnancy from me. Admitting how bad I screwed up to myself was one thing, but explaining to Jaxon was another thing altogether. His anger was palpable from the text message he sent me.
I shot a text to Stephen to see if he was okay and apologize for not checking in sooner. He didn’t text me back either, so he was probably pissed off at me too. This night was going to be fucking awesome. I needed my best friend right now; all I wanted was to go hide under the covers and pretend this day hadn’t happened.
What if he had told Stephen?
As the car pulled up to the driveway, I braced myself for the worst. My hands trembled as I opened the door, not willing to wait the extra thirty seconds for the driver to get it for me.
I ducked into several rooms searching for Jax, but he wasn’t anywhere I checked. The guys sat sprawled out on the couches in the living room watching TV, and I glanced in to see if he was with them.
“Have any of you guys seen Jax? I need to talk to him.”
Brad answered without looking up from the television. “He’s in the backyard. I wouldn’t go out there though; he’s in a pissy mood.”
As he finished he glanced up at me. He did a double take and his wolf whistle caught the attention of the other guys, “You look hot, Montgomery. Did we miss something exciting?”
“Just taking care of something and had to get dressed up to do it,” I said through clenched teeth.
I ran off towards the backyard before they could say anything else. It took me a minute to find him in the dark, but as I walked closer, he sat in the spot where we’d had our first onscreen fight. It was kind of fitting that we would have our first real fight there too. As I walked closer, the smell of vodka hit me before I saw the bottle clutched in his hand.
“Are you too drunk to answer a phone, Jaxon? I tried calling you as soon as I could.”
His head snapped up at my voice, apparently he hadn’t heard the door slam shut behind me. His eyes were cold and empty. To see him so unhinged sent a chill up my spine; Jax had never looked at me like that before. For one split second I was scared of him.
“That’s nice of you to call me.”
The venom and accusation in his voice was piercing, but his attitude and need to get drunk made me mad too. I didn’t plan on sitting back and letting him make me feel even worse than I already did. There was plenty of blame to go round if he wanted to fight this out.
“I took the test and freaked the fuck out, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t handle it like an adult. I spent the evening with a jackass