Falling: A Sexy Alpha Romance Collection

Her smile falters and her eyes turn sad for a moment. Just when I think she’s about to start crying, though, she runs her fingers through her hair and regains her composure. “I’m glad I could help. Seeing Jett happy and in love is the one thing I want to see before . . . well, it’s the one thing I really want to see, and I hope that can be with you because I’ve never seen him happier.”

Something weird just happened, and I’m not sure what it was, but I don’t have time to analyse it because Claudia grabs her bag and says, “Okay, I have to go now, but it was so good to finally meet you after hearing so much about you from Jett.” She’s gone from sad and teary to overly bubbly in less than a minute, and it feels like she can’t get away from me fast enough.

I follow her outside and say, “It was great to meet you, too. We’ll have to have dinner when Jett gets home.”

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“I’d love that.”

I watch her head towards the lift on my level and wonder if I said something to make her leave in such a rush. She was so lovely and seemed like the kind of person I could sit and talk with for hours so I’m a little disappointed she left so soon.

I close my door and go back inside.

And I wait for Jett to call back so I can fix this mess I’ve made.

Jett doesn’t call me back, however I do receive a phone call. From Lennon.

“Did you see the news about your boyfriend?” His words are slightly slurred and full of nastiness.

“Lennon, go away, I don’t want to see you or hear from you. Can you not understand that?”

“Oh, I got that message, babe, loud and fucking clear the last time you fucking told me, but I just wanted to make sure you knew the new guy you’re all fucking wrapped up in is no better than what you think I am.”

God, how could I have ever thought I loved this man? The venom in his words sting, but not because of what he is saying but rather because I wish I’d never let him be a part of me. “Jett is so much better than you and nothing you tell me can make me change my mind.”

His laugh is full of sarcasm when he replies, “Well, maybe you should check the news, baby, because it seems your man has gone off the rails. Turns out he’s a pig who doesn’t respect women and likes to punch people. So much better than me.”

I don’t give him another moment of my time. Ending the call, I grab my iPad and search for the news he’s talking about.

“Lead Singer of Crave Goes On An Alcohol Fuelled Bender – Assaults Reporter”

“Jett Vaughn’s Hatred of Women”

“Jett & West Take Whatever They Want From Women Around The World”

My hand flies to my mouth in shock. Where is this all coming from?

Scrambling for my phone, I dial Jett’s number again, and am frustrated when I can’t get through to him, again.

I hate being so far away from him.

I have no idea what’s happened, but I suspect most of these allegations are rubbish.

And then I decide.

I can’t let Jett go through this alone.

21

Jett

“How the fuck did you manage to cause such a shit storm in such a short amount of time?”

I stare at the rep from our band’s label and wonder the same fucking thing. Shaking my head, I answer, “I have no fucking idea.” The news has gone crazy with stories from yesterday; stories that mostly aren’t true. And I don’t know how the hell we are going to even begin to fix all this.

The rep is pacing my hotel room, anger clearly written all over his body. He seems as flabbergasted as I am. Turning to me, he orders, “You have to find a way to sort this out, and fast, because we don’t want to push the release date of your album.”

He leaves and I sit on the bed.