“Jon why are you the only person I’m seeing on any of these contracts, what about the rest of the band?” Flipping through a few more documents making notes on her legal pad waiting for his answer.
“Because the rest of the guys work for me, I pay them out of my commissions.”
“Where is that contract?” She looked at him pushing her glasses up on her nose.
Picking up his guitar and a notepad to keep from stressing, “It’s in the blue folder.”
Reaching over to the blue folder taking out the papers she needed, she asked him softly, “Do you write all the time?”
“Right now I’m trying to keep my mind off of strangling the fucker for stealing from me.” He answered and then looked to her, “Sorry for the language.”
“Jon I’m not a virgin it’s ok.”
He cocked his head to the side, “If you were a virgin swearing would offend you?”
“Stop it, so tell me what your plan is when we get there? This wasn’t exactly planned in advance so how are we doing this?”
He pulled his guitar closer to him, running his hand through his hair. “I hadn’t really thought that much out. I called the bank from Polygram and had them start closing it with Chad letting them know it was opened fraudulently. They didn’t like it and were arguing a bit but I think they are going to close it. I’m actually glad that you’re with me, I kind of had to threaten legal action if they didn’t comply.” He hoped his famous grin would keep him out of trouble with his new lawyer friend.
She took the glasses off her face, “What did you threaten, do you know if it’s even possible?”
“I’m not exactly sure if it is but I figure you can get something to throw at them. They opened and account in my name with my money and I never signed anything. Then they let Doc withdraw money. So I told them that they’d get sued in relation to forgery.”
Kylee shook her head at the audacity of the rock star in front of her. “How about you leave the law up to me ok?”
“Ok if you insist.” The smile that owned his face made her insides melt. There was something about this man that made her want to be her best for him. He continued to fidget with his guitar while she combed over the documents he had given her earlier in the day until they touched down in LA.
Jon’s fingers caress the strings of his guitars, wondering to himself while the comfort of the metal strings made his hands stop shaking. How did I get here? How did I end up here, facing having to fire one of my best friends, the man that helped me get to the top of the world? But even worse, how did I get here alone, where is my love, my Dot.
His fingers started playing Silent Night without his permission or consent while he slipped further into his brain, not noticing that Kylee was not only in the same room but she was listening to him play. Jon could still hear that final conversation between him and Dot like it was yesterday, not 3 months ago.
***
“Jon we need to talk.”
“Baby you know I don’t like those words – lets each take a step in the right direction - towards each other and I’ll remind you why you love me.”
“Loving you was never the problem Jon, loving you was the only easy part of being with you.”
“But” the small tear in the bottom of his heart from the fight they had the week before just tore to three times its size but her using the past tense about loving him. Losing Dot was always the worst case scenario.
“Jon I just can’t do it anymore, I can’t be the punch line to the joke. I can’t be the girl that just accepts your indiscretions anymore. I can’t be the one left at home alone, I’ve found someone else.” She didn’t even have the heart to look ashamed as she told him that.
“What?”
“Jon we’re over, you’re free to be the world’s biggest rock star, and I’m going to marry someone who only goes 15 miles to work not 1,500 to 10,000 miles.”
He remembered the tears, his mainly, she had told him she let go of him six months ago.
“But I’ve seen you twice since then.”
“Jon seeing you two times for 32 hours each in six months is not a relationship, the almost wedding in Vegas was a slap in the face to how serious you were to our relationship. You could manage to pay the guy to marry us but you forgot to get the marriage license.”
“Hey you were there too, that wasn’t my entire fault. Besides baby if its marriage you want you know I’m yours, let’s get married now.”
“No Jon, it’s just too late, I’m done I’ve already found someone else.”
“Baby you know I don’t like those words – lets each take a step in the right direction - towards each other and I’ll remind you why you love me.”
“Loving you was never the problem Jon, loving you was the only easy part of being with you.”
“But” the small tear in the bottom of his heart from the fight they had the week before just tore to three times its size but her using the past tense about loving him. Losing Dot was always the worst case scenario.
“Jon I just can’t do it anymore, I can’t be the punch line to the joke. I can’t be the girl that just accepts your indiscretions anymore. I can’t be the one left at home alone, I’ve found someone else.” She didn’t even have the heart to look ashamed as she told him that.
“What?”
“Jon we’re over, you’re free to be the world’s biggest rock star, and I’m going to marry someone who only goes 15 miles to work not 1,500 to 10,000 miles.”
He remembered the tears, his mainly, she had told him she let go of him six months ago.
“But I’ve seen you twice since then.”
“Jon seeing you two times for 32 hours each in six months is not a relationship, the almost wedding in Vegas was a slap in the face to how serious you were to our relationship. You could manage to pay the guy to marry us but you forgot to get the marriage license.”
“Hey you were there too, that wasn’t my entire fault. Besides baby if its marriage you want you know I’m yours, let’s get married now.”
“No Jon, it’s just too late, I’m done I’ve already found someone else.”
***
The Captain announced the impending landing which was the only thing that jarred Jon back to reality. Dot’s betrayal, fueled his anger at Doc and his betrayal.
Lucky for them, a limo was on the tarmac waiting to take them to the bank. Even better, the bank was only 2 miles from the airport on the surface roads; therefore the freeway was not necessary. As they walked up to the door of the bank Jon turned to look at her, “What should I threaten if I need to?”
“Misappropriation of funds and accessory to identify theft and forgery” She handed him the laundry list of some things she could sue the bank for should that be necessary, her stomach tightened though, trying to get this kind of money out of a bank might prove to be more difficult than she was prepared for. Buttoning her suit jacket she walked in before Jon as he held the door.
“Good afternoon welcome to First State Bank may I help you?” An innocent looking redhead greeted them.
“Yes I need to see Mr. Richards your bank president please.” Polite but cold, Jon had learned the detached voice well over years of press and business lunches.
“I’m sorry he’s not available.”
“I suggest you make him available, he was already notified by Polygram Records that I would be coming out. I need to close my account and I need to discuss a lawsuit I’ll be bringing against this bank if he’s not out here in 5 minutes.” Cold and detached Jon was gone, the tone of receptionists when the saw his look but didn’t recognize him just rode his last never, even worse was the change in tone and demeanor the minute the recognized who he was and by that the size of his bank account.
“One moment please.” The redhead stood and walked into a back office.
“Did Polygram call him?” Kylee asked.
“I have no idea but it worked didn’t it.” The smile was back, but only for her.
After a few too many minutes the redhead returned followed by a suit.
“I’m Mr. Jacobson how can I help you?” He reached a hand out for Jon and then to Kylee.
“I’m looking to speak to Mr. Richardson, I need to close an account and this is a touchy legal matter.” Jon explained.
“I’m the Vice President of the Bank I’m sure I can assist you, Mr. Richardson is at another branch office today. Please come back to my office.” He turned on his heal trying to run through his brain if he knew anything about a long haired rocker having an account that needed to be closed.
Once they were inside the office and the door was closed Jon let his Italian out to play. “Mr. Jacobson I’m not sure exactly how much of this fiasco you are privy to but let me explain the problem I’m having.” He took a deep breath, “Your bank has allowed forgery and identity theft to be go on for far too long, its stopping today. I need all accounts under my name closed immediately and a cashier’s check issued to me so that I can get the money I’ve earned back in my bank in NJ where it belongs.”
“I’m sorry you’re this upset Mr?”
“Bongiovi” He glared at him, how dare he not know who he is.
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