Denrique must have been kind enough to tell the bouncers to let my husband in because I found myself sitting alone on a couch in the midst of this fabulous party, my head in my hands, my world swirling around me, a panic attack consuming my racing heart and suddenly Jayden was standing in front of me. It was so comforting to see him looking at me with total concern, without even a glance at Baron or the other celebrities goofing off around us.
“Are you OK?”
I stood. I got hold of his arm.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
“What happened?”
“Let’s. Go.”
I was angry. I was jealous. I was heartbroken. I was in pieces. I needed to lash out and poor Jayden was my outlet, my whipping boy.
When we got to the car he was still asking questions.
“Just concentrate on the f*****g wheel, Jayden. Drive! Okay?
