Rock Stars Don't Like Ugly Bras by Nikki Ashton Page A

did you find out?” Jake asked squeezing Amber’s fingers gently. 
    “One day he was in a meeting so his phone was on silent and his wife had been taken into hospital, so a neighbour rang the office and obviously as his P.A. I took the call.”
    “And no one at the company ever told you?”
    “No, we never socialised with anyone from the office, in fact I hardly ever spoke to anyone else other than the Managing Director’s P.A., and that was always about work.”  Amber’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gave Jake a small smile.  “I have no idea how he managed it, but I didn’t get one clue in the whole year that we were together.”
    Jake ran a finger down Amber’s cheek.  “Oh sweetheart,” he sighed.  His heart constricted at the thought of the pain she must have endured.
    Amber shook her head.  “Don’t feel sorry for me Jake, it’s his wife who needs the pity.  As soon as I put the call through to him I packed up my desk and left.”
    “What, you didn’t talk to him about it?”  Jake studied Amber’s face, his brow furrowed.  “I can’t imagine you not taking the opportunity to take his balls and shove them somewhere that would bring a tear to his eye.”
    Amber laughed quietly.  “I was a coward, and believe it or not I hate confrontation.”
    Jake couldn’t help but laugh.  “Sorry but I believe it - not ,” he said.
    Amber smiled.  “Well, I don’t.  Anyway, I knew it was true, I just didn’t want to hear the words coming from his mouth.”
    “Yeah, but not to even speak to him, seriously it’s just not like you Freckles.”  Jake reached up and caught a strand of Amber’s hair in his fingers.  “You can’t wait to confront me at any opportunity.”
    “Maybe I’ve changed,” Amber said, her voice almost a whisper.  “Anyway, I did speak to him in the end, but wish I hadn’t.”
    “What happened?”
    “Oh, he came straight to the apartment and begged me not to leave.  He said he’d leave her so that we could be together, and stupidly I fell for it.  I should have known though what sort of man he was.  His wife was in the hospital, but he didn’t go to her, the first thing he did was to try and calm down his bit on the side; probably in case I caused trouble for him at work.  What sort of person would do that rather than go straight to their sick wife?” 
    “A shit, pissant, knob head by the sounds of it,” Jake huffed.  “So what changed?”
    Amber took in a deep breath, not sure whether she could carry on, but knew that she had to.  “It was after he’d persuaded me to stay that I told him that I was pregnant.  Now, that’s when I truly saw him for what he was,” she said with a humourless laugh.
    “Oh my god, you were pregnant.  Shit, Freckles.”
    “Well your reaction was better than his,” Amber replied.
    “He didn’t take it well,” Jake said more as a statement than a question.
    “No, he didn’t.  He told me that I was stupid to let it happen and that I had to get rid of it.”
    Amber felt Jake’s fingers gently wipe the tears from her cheeks.  She hadn’t realised that she was crying until she’d felt his touch.  She’d held everything in for so long that she’d almost begun to think it was a dream, but now actually telling someone brought it all back.  The pain and the anger were suddenly very real again.
    “God, Freckles, I’m so sorry,” Jake said as he pulled Amber to him and gently stroked her hair.  “What did you do, when he said that?”
    “Well, then I did leave him,” she whispered as she looked up at Jake through her wet lashes.  “I took nothing with me except a few photos of mum and dad and some clothes.  He was welcome to everything else.”
    Jake heaved a sigh and hugged Amber tightly to his chest.  “What happened about the baby?” he asked, his voice tender and gentle. 
    Amber pulled in a shuddering breath and felt the grief wash over her again.  As raw as though it were