To Love Jason Thorn (Page 74)

But then, why wouldn’t he call me back? Why wouldn’t he respond to any of my voicemails? Had something happened back at the club that I wasn’t aware of?

Maybe an earthquake had hit?

When I made it back to the hospital, Lucy was sitting exactly where I had left her.

“Any word from the doctors?” I asked as I put down the small bag on the seat in between us.”

“Still in ICU. They’ll let me know when I can see him. I left voicemails for a few of his friends, I’m sure they’ll get down here as soon they get it.”

“His family?”

She shook her head and finally looked at me. She looked better than before, but I could see that she was struggling to sit up straight. What a cluster fuck of a night for both of us.

“He has an aunt and a grandma, but they live in Florida. I’m not sure if they’ll be up for the travel. I’ll let him call them himself. Why didn’t you change your clothes back at the apartment?”

“Wasn’t sure if anyone was home.” I gave her a half-shrug and tightened my hand on the bag’s handle. “Didn’t want to risk waking them up with the noise.”

She nodded and turned her head to the nurses station. I rubbed my eyes and rose up from my seat. “Come on, we stick out like a sore thumb in these dresses. We’ll be back in a minute.”

I guided a reluctant Lucy toward the restrooms and quickly changed into more comfortable clothes. While the leggings and flats were actually my own stuff I had left at the apartment when I was moving, the baseball tee was hers and it sat a little too snug on my chest.

“How are my leggings not cutting off at your knees?” Lucy asked once she was done changing.

“They’re not yours,” I explained with a smile. “Some of mine. I must have left them behind.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Lucy, you don’t look so good. How about you rest your eyes for a few minutes while I wait to hear back from the doctor?” She linked her arm with mine and we walked back to our seats.

“You don’t look so fine either,” she pointed out.

“Thanks. How kind of you,” I said in a flat tone and she gave me a small chuckle. I’d take that one, too. “Come on, if the doctor comes out, I’ll wake you.”

Once we reached our seats, Lucy noticed a doctor wearing scrubs talking to a middle-aged woman and her hand tightened on my arm.

“It’s not the same doctor, don’t worry,” I said, patting her hand. It didn’t escape my notice that the woman was crying a bucket of tears.

“Thank you for coming with me, Olive,” she said again as we sat back down.

“Where else would I be?”

She took a good look at me, then rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. “I bet by the time I wake up Jason will call. Here, take this.” Reaching for her pocket, she handed me her phone. “It’s on vibrate so keep it on you.”

“Thanks,” I said, turning the phone over and over in my hands.

In a few minutes, she was out like a light. While Lucy slept on my shoulder, the waiting room filled and emptied several times. None of the voices disturbed her sleep.

Early in the morning, when the doc came to take her back to Jameson’s room, she almost looked like her normal self.

I chose to wait in the waiting room for a while longer. A few minutes after she left, her phone started going crazy with notifications in my hand. Thinking it was either Jason or one of Jameson’s friends, I swiped at the screen.

Busted!!! Is It Already ‘The End’ for Our Favorite Newlyweds?

Last night, Jason Thorn and his blushing bride attended the opening of Jason’s friend Devlin Parker’s nightclub, Mad Play. Until now all we’ve heard from several sources close to the couple is that they are intensely happy and in love. Do you remember those set photos we shared only a few days ago where Jason was carrying Olive to their trailer? Well, folks, seems like there is trouble in paradise.

We got these photos from an anonymous source who was in the nightclub while the incident occurred and managed to capture Jason Thorn getting cozy with a blonde who is most definitely not his wife. As you can see in the first photo, the girl is sitting on his lap and whispering into his ear while his head is resting on the wall.

While the couple was pictured together entering the club, at this moment we don’t know when Olive Taylor left the hunky actor alone. It appears that not all is well with Hollywood’s latest favorite couple.

Let’s face it, none of us would mind sharing a bed with Jason Thorn, but we were over the moon about his marriage to the bestselling author, Olive Taylor. Their love story, the book, Jason being her first crush…our point is, we were definitely rooting for Olive to steal Jason’s heart for good. However, these recently leaked photos showed us again that a Hollywood marriage does not equal long-lasting wedded bliss.

We all know how the saying goes: ‘A leopard can’t change its spots.’ Maybe the fate of this short marriage was sealed from the very beginning. What do you think?

So far, Jason Thorn’s PR team is refusing to make any comments on the photos and we are still trying to locate Olive Taylor to get her side of the story.

Chapter Thirty

Jason

“You need to wake up, man.”

Was that Devlin? What the hell was he doing at my house? “What?” I croaked, trying to push through the fog and open my eyes. “What are you doing here?”

Fingers snapped in front of my face, and then I heard Alvin’s voice. “Do you think we should call a doctor?”

“Alvin? What the fuck?”

I forced my eyes open and had to close them right back when the bright lights pierced into my brain. I groaned and covered my face with my hands. “Somebody shut off the fucking lights!”

“It’s daylight boss, I don’t think we can shut that off.”

Shielding my eyes with my hand, I squinted up at Alvin’s worried face, then looked around. I was lying on a couch… I jolted up and that brought all kinds of pain to my head.

Jesus! How many drinks did I have last night?

“Where are we?” I croaked.

“In my suite,” said Devlin with a suffering sigh as he handed me a bottle of cold water.

“Thanks,” I mumbled. I drank the whole thing to the last drop and dropped the bottle on floor. When I was done, I cleared my throat and looked around at my surroundings again. “Why are we in your suite?”

Devlin glanced at Alvin.

“Fuck,” I cursed, dropping my head into my hands. “My head is pounding. What time is it, Alvin? Am I late to set?”

“Jason,” Devlin said in a serious tone.

“Yeah? Didn’t you ever heard of blinds, you little bastard?”

“How do you feel, Jason?” he asked instead of giving me an answer. Shit. I was seconds away from vomiting all over their shoes.

“Brutal. I suggest you point me in the direction of the bathroom. Right now.”

When I was done puking my guts out, I felt worse than I had when I’d woken up, if that was even possible.

I stumbled out of the bathroom. “Alvin, what time is it?”

“Sit the fuck down for a minute,” Devlin barked.

“Keep your damn voice down for fuck’s sake. What the hell did you give me to drink last night anyway?”

“I didn’t give you a damn thing, Jason.”