Could I be a mother again? I couldn’t act like I hadn’t thought about it. I couldn’t act like I wasn’t going to go in to see an OB/GYN.
Chapter 29
KATRINA
It was my turn to get on a plane to see Jagger. He was back in my country. It was technically his country too. He had dual citizenship. Toxic Shock was out promoting their brand new album. They had a new video circulating from the album. It was the debut release off of London State of Mind. There was another song that had been leaked by the record label before the official first single. The guys would be out doing a little promotion in New York. They were going to ABC’s Time Square Studio to tape Good Morning America. Then later they were going over to 30 Rockefeller Center to tape The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon.
The guys and their entourage were staying at the Four Seasons in New York. After I landed at LaGuardia Airport a driver was there to drop me off at the airport. My room key was left at the front desk. I needed to show three forms of I.D. and have a code word to get the room key. There was a separate elevator to the suite. It only worked with a special key card.
As soon as I stepped off the elevator I had to pass one of the security guards. I couldn’t remember his name but he was around Toxic Shock quite often. He was patrolling the halls and ready to pounce on anyone that got off the private elevator. He didn’t stop me because he visibly recognized me.
He smiled and said, “Good morning, Ms. Sweet.”
“Good Morning.” I smiled back but felt odd that he knew my name and I didn’t know his. I guess he was supposed to know my name. I don’t know. It just felt surreal.
I finally made it up to Jagger’s room, the Manhattan Suite overlooking Central Park. The room was grand and well lit. The décor was modern chic. It was like an apartment instead of a hotel room. I was able to shower and change before Jagger showed up. He was only in the room for a few hours before he had to leave again.
We had enough time for a quickie, a little conversation, and then he was out the door again. I’d never dreamed I’d be in a long-distance relationship but I was. We were making it work. I thought we were quite good at it.
I didn’t want to rush and tell him about my doctor’s visit. I was glad he didn’t ask. He had some radio stuff and then one more television performance. He kissed me goodbye and left. I got in bed and started working on a young adult paranormal I was editing.
After the guys finished taping Fallon we all went out for traditional Korean cuisine at Gaonnuri. I even felt like the group was starting to warm up to me. Winston, Archie, and Colin were there, plus a young Mexican singer named Lolita Quintinera. She was dating Colin. She wasn’t famous in the US yet but was making her mark in Mexico and all the Latin Countries. That’s what Jagger told me. She was only seventeen and Colin was twenty. I couldn’t say anything about it. I had an over twenty-year age gape with Jagger. Seriously, seventeen in famous people years was more like twenty-five in regular people years. My name was Katrina and I didn’t see a thing-a.
Rude Winston was texting during our meal. He didn’t say much and didn’t participate in the dinner conversation. Colin was very sweet to Lolita. They made a cute couple. I got to see how funny Archie was. He could really be a comedian.
Dinner was great. We talked until two in the morning and left together to go back to the hotel. We all crammed into the elevator with a bodyguard and went up to our suites. Everyone was on the same floor. It made sense. It would be easier to keep track of the guys. We walked the halls trying to keep the volume down. Winston’s suite was next to ours. He entered his room with a smirk and a wave. Jagger opened the door to our suite and let me walk inside first. He was a gentleman. I hit the lights and walked toward the bedroom. Jagger went toward the walled windows.
“New York is bloody rad at night. The skyline is amazing.”
I heard his admiration for the city just as I walked into the bedroom.
What the fuck?!
My throat went dry. The parchedness was only a little better than the sensation of being punched in the chest. I could hardly breathe. I was stuck a few paces inside the room from the doorway. My legs didn’t work and I was okay with that, for now. The other option was to run over to this anorexic bitch and rip her blonde hair out at the scalp.
There was a naked White woman on the bed. I was in that same bed right before we all went to the Korean spot. This woman was sitting up but lying back on the pillows. Her legs were spread eagle. Her entire pussy was on display. She was real familiar. She’d made herself at home. It was hard to concentrate on her face with her whole pink pussy on exhibition. She looked like somebody I’d seen before. What in the entire fuck? I wanted to fight this butt-naked hoe.
“Who are you?” Her ugly nasal voice had the nerve to ask me a question. I couldn’t open my mouth to address her. She didn’t even close her legs. Nasty ass.
“Babe, I –” Jagger’s was standing next to me. He was looking at her just as I was.
“Tara?”
“Hey, Jag.” Tara spread her legs even wider. Tramp!
“What are you doing? Leave.”
“Is she a prostitute?” She asked him. She was talking about me. She
