Page 35 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

I pull my shirt over my head, trying to sound calm. "I forgot I have a meeting this morning. Luke just reminded me."

Her expression shifts, the sleepiness in her eyes replaced by something sharper. "And you have to leave now?"

"Yeah," I say, tugging on my jeans. "I’m already late."

She’s watching me closely now, and I can feel the weight of her gaze as I grab my jacket from the chair. Her brow furrows, and I know exactly what she’s thinking. I’ve seen that look before.

"Sienna," I start, stepping closer to the bed, "it’s not?—"

"It’s fine," she says quickly, cutting me off. She pulls the sheet tighter around herself, her tone colder than it was a moment ago. "Go. I’m not stopping you."

Her words hit like a gut punch, and for a second, I’m frozen. I want to explain, to tell her this isn’t what it looks like, but I don’t have time to unpack it all right now.

"I’ll call you later," I say softly, hoping she hears the sincerity in my voice.

She doesn’t say anything, just lies back down, turning her back to me to face the window. The knot in my chest tightens as I step out of the room, grabbing my phone and keys on the way out.

The morning air outside hits me like a slap. The city is already bustling with action. I hail a cab and slide into the back seat. I check Waze and see that I should arrive only five minutes late. Hopefully, no one smells the sex on my lips.

I fire off a quick text to Luke.

On my way. Chill.

But I can’t chill. Not after the way Sienna looked at me. Not after the way she shut down like I just confirmed every doubt she had about me. Fuck!

She thinks this was just a night. I can feel it in the way she pulled away and in the edge of her voice. And goddammit, I get it. It looked bad—me scrambling out of her bed without a real explanation. But it’s not like that. It’s not just a night for me.

I stare out the window as the car pulls into traffic, replaying the moment I left. I need to fix this. I just hope she lets me.

Hungry Ghost Coffee

253 Flatbush Ave

11:11 AM

I clingto the steaming cup of black coffee like it's my lifeline. My leg bounces under the table, and no matter how hard I try to sit still, it’s like I can’t.

My head’s a mess—Luke’s pissed, Sienna’s probably pissed, Morrison’s breathing down my neck, and the label’s already planning for the album to drop like we’ve got all the time in the world to prep when we don’t.

Luke hasn’t said much since we left the meeting, but I can feel it coming. He’s got that look—the one that says he’s about to lay into me. And the worst part is, he’s not wrong.

He pulls up the seat across from me and crosses his arms, keeping his expression tight. I know that look—it’s the one he gives right before he unloads.

"You wanna tell me what the hell’s going on with you?" he asks, leaning forward. "Because ever since we signed this deal, the singular thing you've worked so hard for, it’s like you couldn’t give two shits about it."

I frown, rubbing the back of my neck. "That’s not true."

"Really?" His tone is sharp, the way it gets when he’s not buying my bullshit. "You barely said a word during the PR meeting. We’ve got interviews, photo shoots, and a fucking showcase to prep for, and you’re acting like it’s all just... whatever. Do you want this?"

"I care," I say, my voice low. "You know I want this."

Luke doesn’t respond right away, just gives me a long, measured look. "Then act like it. You’ve worked your ass off to get here, man. This isn’t the time to slack off."

I lean back in my chair, letting out a slow breath. "I’m not slacking off. I just... I’ve got a lot going on."

Luke raises an eyebrow. "We all do, Callum. That's the point. You have to be able to walk and chew gum at the same time. You're not some two-bit guitar player with a tin can on the stage. You're in the fucking big leagues now. You need to take off your skirt and act like it."

I hesitate. I could mention Sienna, but I don’t. Not yet. Instead, I shrug. "Everything's piling on at once. The meetings, the album, the Morrison shit—it’s a lot."

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