She’s throwing herself to the wolves in order to protect my family and giving up her reputation in the process. She will, without my confirming that the baby isn’t mine, be labeled as the woman who broke up Kane and Mia, even though there was never a Kane and Mia to break. They will search her past for dirt. Rip apart everything about her. From how she is dressed, to her hair and makeup, and what she eats. Worst of all, knowing this was one of her biggest mental weaknesses, I know they will take the body I love and throw some bullshit label on her. They will turn her healthy, curvy, fucking perfect body and deem her unworthy because she doesn’t fit the mold that society has put on a woman.
I fucking hate this. I hate every second of what she’s suggesting. However, I also know that she’s right. It kills me to admit that even knowing what will happen. But, in order to protect my nephew, his life has to start off without the backlash that will follow if the real story of his conception was out there. This isn’t just some sordid story about me meeting another woman when my supposed girlfriend is pregnant with my child. That would be forgotten about. Hell, it happens all the fucking time. No, this is much worse. This wouldn’t be forgotten. They could milk stories out of this for years.
The supermodel who was cheated on.
The brother of Kole and Kane Masters, two widely famous names in Hollywood, being a dangerous drunk who all but raped a woman.
The ‘bastard’ child created in a drunken rage.
What my nephew would have to deal with would follow him his whole life. So like it or lump it, I know what Willow is demanding is the only way to keep him safe and allow him to live a somewhat normal life.
So yeah, this doesn’t just fucking kill me because of what could potentially hurt the woman I love. It’s a big part, but it’s not the only working piece determined to tear me in two.
My brother’s drinking problem has become something that is a danger to those around him. He has not only shamed his marriage during this, but in my eyes, no matter what Mia says, he raped her and foolishly created a life. He had been spiraling out of control long before this—to the point that I don’t even recognize him anymore. He is a monster, and in order to follow through with Willow’s plan, we would be protecting him as well as the son that he demanded Mia abort when she told him the baby was his.
“It’s going to be okay,” Willow whispers into the darkness, easing my mind as if she had been able to see inside my head while I fell apart beside her.
I give Cam a glance as he drives through the empty roads toward home before dipping my head closer to where hers has been resting against my shoulder. Making sure her ears are the only ones that can hear me.
“I know, baby,” I tell her even though I hate it. The words burn as they fall from my mouth, leaving behind a taste of pure acid.
“We’ll talk when we get home, and I’ll make sure you actually believe those words.”
I can’t help it. Even though I feel like I might physically vomit right now, leave it to Willow to strip it down and call me out.
By the time we pulled up to the gates, it was going on four in the morning. The once-crowded entrance to my house now only held a few stray reporters, which was typical in the early morning hours.
On a normal day, it is never like this. A circus that holds you locked in your own home as they swarm around. Sure, you see them around, but they don’t hunt you down like they did tonight. I know it has everything to do with the news hitting about my relationship with Willow. Because of my show earlier, it probably won’t be dying down completely for a few days.
They had never seen me act like that. Even when I didn’t hold on to my privacy with everything I had, I still didn’t confirm a relationship as I did tonight. Fuck, even with Jenn, the only other woman they had been able to confirm, I was never the one who verbalized it. I let my reps do the job for me just like with anything else big in my life; it had never really meant enough for me to put myself out there.
Until Willow.
And I would do it again and again if that were what she needed.
But now that I’ve made some hugely publicized romantic move, they’re going to think that means I’m now an open book. They’ll stick around, for a few days or maybe a week, and hope that my newfound sharing will also include Mia’s pregnancy.
It’s this next wave of invasiveness that I’m the most worried about.
“Okay, Kane. Out with it. Tell me what’s had you silently brooding since we left Kole’s.” Willow pulls off the sweater she had been wearing, and I almost swallow my tongue. Her thin strapped shirt thing the only thing under that sweater. Had I known that the breasts I love so much had been free this whole time, it might have been able to calm my nerves.
No, I think when she moves to sit on the bed to remove her heels. There’s no fucking way this sight would have been able to calm me down. Her chest sways with each movement she makes, and I’m pretty sure I don’t even remember my name anymore when she bends forward to do something with her shoe. Those full, huge tits strain against the tiny little straps and become best friends with gravity, almost slipping free.
“Shit,” I groan and feel my cock harden. The last thing I need right now is a hard-on when this conversation is so important, but she should know better than to give me a view like that. I close my eyes, drop my head back on my shoulders, and start to imagine every nasty and disgusting image that I can.