Married To The Badboy Superstar

If It aint Broken




I jumped into my convertible and with shaky hands, tried to put the key in the ignition when a hand clamped on the door.


“Give me the keys Lana?” Kyle requested in a calm but no-nonsense voice.


“Just let me go,” I hid the keys between my thighs, knowing he wouldn’t dare pluck them out.


“I said. Give. Me. The. Keys.” He said slowly like he was talking to an ill-behaved toddler.


“I want to leave.”

“You’re not fit to drive.”


“I’m fine.”


“If you don’t give me the keys then I’m going to take them myself. Don’t think I won’t.” His warning was met with silence.

 “I don’t know about you, but I see you like a baby sister and have no qualms fishing them out of their hiding place,” he threatened. “Now hand over the keys and move over to the passenger seat,” he commanded.


I knew I was fighting a losing battle so I grudgingly did as I was told. “Why can’t everyone just leave me alone?” I huffed.


Kyle jumped into the driver’s side and adjusted the seat to accommodate his long legs, then turned to look at me. “First of all, I’d like to say- how dare you. How dare you insinuate that Jordan and my wife could have an incestuous affair. You should be ashamed for thinking that, let alone voicing your sick, perverted assumptions. I didn’t expect that from you, Lana. Ever.”


I sat up straight, eyes snapping open, and my mouth hardening.

“Kyle I didn’t-”

“You said it. You meant it,” he interjected brusquely. “Don’t insult me any further by saying you didn’t mean it. You think that JC is lusting after my wife and vice-a-versa. The woman who raised him. She’s like a mother to him Lana. How could you out of all people even entertain such thoughts? I’m disappointed in you. Rant over.” His jaw twitched as he fired up the engine, swung the car around too fast, and screeched past the boom-gates


He put on Maroon 5 and turned up the volume, I could barely hear myself think. Clearly, he didn’t want to converse with me. Not that I could blame him though. I shouldn’t have made such baseless accusations but I lashed out…at the wrong person. Maya was innocent in all of this. I knew that she’d never cross that line and Carter loved her like a sister.


He was very protective of her and if he wasn’t mad at me before then I ensured that with my callous words.


We drove for what seemed like hours until we reached a trail that meandered up a hill and through the woods, where a beautiful cabin came into view. He parked close to the front porch and killed the engine.


“What are we doing here?” I asked as we jumped out.


He ignored me and headed up the stairs, extracting a key from under a flowerpot close to the door. “I’m sure you will find everything you need here. The kitchen is always well stocked and the generator works. But there’s no Wi-Fi or cable TV. But you can still use your phone,” he told me as he showed me around. “If there’s anything you need call me or Maya.”


“Wait, are you leaving me here?”


“Yes,” he replied. “You and JC need space or you’re going continue to tear each other apart until there’s nothing left. I can’t let that happen. Not on my watch.”


“I can’t stay here. I have children and work-”


“I’ll take care of them. I’ll take care of everything. You know that.”


“You have no right to impose this on me. You just can’t decide for me-”


“I can and I did,” he stated succinctly without getting too emotional. “You and Jordan both too high-strung to make that decision so I made it on your behalf.”


I looked around the living room, fell back on the nearest leather couch, and sighed. “I’ve really made a mess of things haven’t I?” I dropped my face into my hands.


He sat next to me, staring absently out the window. “That you did Lana. That you did. But it takes two to tango right?”


“I should have told him sooner. This is all on me,” I admitted, twisting my hands on my lap. “He has every right to be mad.”


“Lana, you should know your husband by now,” he furrowed his brows. “He hates secrets and being lied to.”

“And any attacks on Maya,” I added with dry humor.


“He and I both.”


“I would never make him choose,” I made known.


“Just as well. For making him do that, you wouldn’t be his choice, that’s for sure.”


“I’m sorry Kyle. I shouldn’t have said that about Maya-I don’t know what came over me. Will she ever forgive me? Will he ever forgive me?”


“Give him time,” he advised. “He will.”


“I don’t know what to do…” I followed his gaze, taking in the bare glossy walls and impressive fireplace with one forlorn glance. “How do I make this right? I need to make it right Kyle.”

“Communication,” he simply stated. “It’s very dangerous to always assume and accuse. You can never really know what the other person is thinking until you talk about it.”


“I don’t think he wants to talk to me,” I exhaled audibly. “He hates me.”


“No, he doesn’t.”


“I would hate me too.”


“He’s mad at you but he doesn’t hate you. He loves you,” he said and put his arm around me. “Very much.”


“Thank you,” I rested my head on his shoulder. “You shouldn’t even be nice to me. I’m a horrible person.”


“I’ve got to go,” he pulled away, rose to his feet and I walked him to the car. “You need to talk to someone about what’s eating at you. Before it totally consumes you,” he said as he started the car once again.


“I will.”

Lee Taylor (caramelcherries)

Edited: 30.11.2020

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