The Billionaire and The Pop Star (8 page)

He’s utterly
unpredictable and totally insane my husband. I don’t think I’ve ever known a
more volatile person in my life. My dad was an easy going mild mannered man,
sure he and mom had their tiffs over the years when we were growing up, but I
doubt he’s ever done or said half the things has done to me. Like spanking her
ass with a belt.

Since my
announcement of my pregnancy, he’s added one other element, over
protectiveness. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, in fact I think I need it
because my hormones have been out of whack from day one; but I wondered how
others would see him.

It started
with my management team of all things, and a couple of the lawyers that handled
my contracts. The morning after our engagement, he’d dropped the bombshell that
they had been robbing me blind. I’d sat there dumbfounded, not having the first
clue as to what I was supposed to do next.

“Don’t worry
princess I’ve got it covered.”

‘But how did
they and why?”

“The how is
easy, you don’t know what you’re looking at when dealing with those things
unless you’ve done some kind of business class or you have someone reliable
explain it to you.” He was right I guess, as a small town girl, seeing all
those zeros on my account balance was enough for me, I was just happy doing
what I loved most and the fact that I was actually being paid, well.

“The why is
that they’re greedy fucks and they saw you coming a mile off.”

I guess they
never banked on Trace McKenzie coming into my life and turning everything
upside down. I’d wanted to do everything secretly after that, didn’t want the
brouhaha that would follow if the public got ahold of it.

Trace wanted
to burn them at the stake. In the end he convinced me that it was best to go
public so that they wouldn’t be free to do it to others. Turns out that was the
right call, because after the story broke, others had come forward after
realizing that they too had been victims of these unscrupulous men.

My tour started
when I was five months along. Trace somehow found the time to leave work for
almost two months and accompany me. I’d had to do some rearranging which meant
there were hardly any breaks in between cities, but I wanted to be done before
I really started to show.

That’s when I
saw the other side of him. He’d hired all new management for me when I told him
I wasn’t sure what to look for. He’d threatened to fire my wardrobe staff until
they had some kind of meeting and he got what he wanted. In the end they’d come
up with more tasteful designs, though some of them were sexier than the ones
I’d worn before. He was right you didn’t have to be half naked on stage to get
your point across.

One day we
were sitting at the kitchen table, I was still sitting in his lap because we’d
just made love while our breakfast had grown cold. As he slipped out of my body
I’d said, ‘you know we can do the proposal thing over’. He’d given me one of his
looks and that was that. I guess that ship had sailed.

I can’t say
that I felt deprived though, because in every way he was the perfect fiancé and
then husband. Our wedding was a very private affair in my hometown. He’d moved
heaven and earth to make it so and it was beautiful.

He was
completely fascinated with my body these days, especially after I started to
show. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t spend at least an hour
playing with my tummy and having these long drawn out conversations with
whoever was in there.

Now though, I
think he’d reached his limit.

“Trace it
hurts.” He leaned over me as he held my hand in his and brushed my hair back
with the other. “I know baby, I know it will be better soon. Do something.”
That last was said to the doctor and nurses that were there in the delivery
room.

He hadn’t
shouted the words that they carried more force than if he had. The way he
seethed them through clenched teeth and glared at the room’s occupants. If I
weren’t in so much pain I would’ve found it funny.

“She’s coming
along just fine Mr. McKenzie. Just one more
push
Shiane
, that’s a good girl.” I bore down with all my might
as Trace held my hand and whispered in my ear how proud he was of me and how
beautiful I was. I think it was his voice more so than anything urging from the
doctor that gave me the extra boost I needed to push my son out into the world.

I laughed and
cried as I heard his loud wails fill the room. Trace never took his eyes off
mine until the oh-oh from the doctor.

“Oh-oh? No
fucking oh-oh, what the fuck is oh-oh?” he was ready to tear the poor woman’s
head off before she explained. I was in too much of a daze from the new pain
wracking my body to help.

“Looks like we
have another one.” And so my daughter was born, totally unexpected but completely
loved.

THE END

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