Page 70 of Dirty Like Zane
She fucking lovedme.
She just wouldn’t admit it tome.
Untilnow.
There were times when I’d seriously doubted Maggie had any real feelings for me beyond friendship and generalannoyance.
Times when I wondered… if maybe she really did regret it. All ofit.
Marrying me inVegas.
Staying married tome.
Ever kissing me or touching me or letting me near her atall.
But now Iknew.
She kept pushing me awaybecauseshe lovedme.
Which meant that I still had a chance… no matter if she tried to keep pushing meaway.
Maggie had real feelings for me she didn’t want to admit, but she’d admitted them to me last night. She thought she could avoid those feelings by avoiding me, but that wasn’t true. The feelings were stillthere.
And I was stillhere.
If she thought she could ignore me and make it all go away, she was wrong. Deadwrong.
All I had to do was keep getting her alone. Keep breaking down her wall, brick by fucking brick, until there was nothing left between us but my feelings for her… and her feelings forme.
Fuckinglove.
* * *
Ifloatedaround on this dumbass cloud… for not even two days. Not even forty-eight hours, and Maggie Omura sucked the wind right the fuck out of mysails.
It was the night of the San Diego show, and I hadn’t seen her since she told me she loved me and ran the fuckaway.
I didn’t even see her backstage at the show. Apparently, she was refusing to show her face to me, any-fucking-where.
As soon I came offstage and she was still nowhere to be seen, I went straight outside. We were supposed to drive back to our L.A. hotel tonight, and I didn’t even know if Maggie had come with us to San Diego. Her Lady Bus was parked two down from mine, but fuck if I knew if Maggie was on there ornot.
I told Shady to stay outside and I disappeared onto my bus, alone. I was still drenched, sweaty, didn’t even take a shower along the way. I just tore off my shirt, popped the button on my jeans and grabbed myweed.
I’d barely sat down when someone knocked on the door. It was a soft little knock, and every fibre of my fucking being snapped to attention because I knew it wasMaggie.
Then the door opened and Talia poked her head ininstead.
“Hey, Zane. Do you have aminute?”
I didn’t answer her, but I also didn’t tell her to fuck off, so she came right on in. She pulled a couple of papers off her little clipboard thing and laid them out on the table for me as I rolled up a joint. She was already talking, going over a bunch of shit I was supposed to care about, rattling off the dates we were filming concert footage for the “Blackout” video. Then something about album sales? Some interviews I had to do tomorrow on the road, some meet-and-greet inPhoenix.
I barely heard it all. Definitely couldn’t make sense of any ofit.
Couldn’t think of anything but Maggie, disappearing on myass.
I lit up the joint, took a drag, and finally cut her off. “What’re you doinghere?”
She looked at me, and I let my eyes wander down. She had a deep tan and her tits were hiked up, kinda bursting out of her tank top, which most guys would probably appreciate. She was a hot little thing, and her tits were bigger thanMaggie’s.
