body from the grip I had, and I knew that if I let go, she’d fall. Jesus, she was a fucking mess.
I nodded to the Hummer I’d seen parked outside the gate. “Call your chaperone to come get you.”
She chuckled mirthlessly. “Awwwwww, are you mad at me?”
“You wrote a fucking song about me,” I snapped. “What were you thinking? Were you trying to ruin my damn career? I have an image to maintain and you wrote me naked and drunk on a fucking beach!”
She grinned lazily, drawing again on her joint with her eyes closed, her bracelets clinking down her wrist. “Well, you inspire me, Minnesota. Never had something so clean before…” she slurred.
I shook my head at her. “I don’t know what the fuck happened to you. I don’t know what your fascination is with me, what you’re on, or what your problem is, but I wish you’d figure it out and leave me the hell alone.”
She blew her smoke sideways and smiled like a cobra. “So we’re not doing this, huh?”
My nostrils flared. “No, we’re not.”
“You’re something else, Jaxon. You snapped your fingers and I came all the way over here…” She dragged her eyes down my body and stared at my dick. “At least let me do that thing you like.” She looked back up and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.
I glared at her. “Don’t ever come here again. Do you understand me?”
She smirked and yanked her arm down. The second I let go of her she teetered in her heels like a baby deer. She lost her balance and tumbled backward onto the lawn, laughing. I could see her bodyguard making his way up the drive, right on cue. She was cackling and giving me the finger when I scaled the metal steps with Tucker and slammed the door behind me. Two loud thumps that I guessed were shoes hit the side of the trailer.
I called Ernie. He answered groggily on the third ring. “If you’re calling me with a cop car parked behind you, I’m going to need you to swallow the drugs,” he joked.
“Lola was just in the yard.”
He groaned. “Ah, shit. Give me five minutes.”
By the time Ernie met me outside, Lola was gone. Her stilettos sat abandoned on the grass.
“I checked the security cameras,” he said, meeting me by the pool in boxers and an open robe. “She used the gate code to get in. I don’t suppose you gave that to her.”
“No, I didn’t. I also didn’t tell her where I live,” I said, dragging a hand down my mouth.
He blew a breath through his nose and looked around the yard. “Well, I can reset the code. That’s not a big deal. But we have bigger problems. You’re not gonna be happy.” His eyes came back to me.
“What?”
He took a deep breath. “Due to the substantial financial commitment that your label is now making for your international tour, they would like to bring in another headliner. It’s pretty standard. I’ve seen this before. It’s not a lack of faith, it’s more of an insurance policy to make sure they don’t lose their fucking shirt.”
“Okay…”
“They want to bring in Lola.”
I dropped my arms. “No. Absolutely not.”
“They like the tie-in. You’ve got three potentially hit singles with her on the soundtrack. They want you mainstream and Lola is as commercial as they come, so attaching you to her is beneficial. And say what you will about her, but everything she fucking touches turns to gold. And Jason, she wants it. She wants it bad. In fact, I think it was her idea.”
There was no fucking way. It would be a shit show. Lola was a disaster. She’d be plastered the whole time, I’d be scraping her off the floor and propping her up on stage, peeling her off me like duct tape. “I’m not doing it.”
“Yeah, well, I thought you might say that. I did what I thought you’d want me to do, which was to tell them to go to hell in the nicest way possible. I said if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Your US tour dates are selling out nicely and you don’t need the help. And I made a point that Lola’s a hot fucking mess and she’s one overdose from a ninety-day stint in rehab.”
I nodded. “Good. What did they say?”
“They thanked me for my feedback and said they’d take it into consideration.”
I stared at him. “Can they do this?”
“They can do whatever the fuck