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“Spit it the fuck out.” I don’t know what he’s about to say but I do know that if it’s what I’m thinking, I’m going to be longer than the hour I promised Shay.
“Apparently he was drunk the other night at some dive bar across town talking some shit about how he’s fucking her or has fucked her, I don’t know.”
My blood runs cold. Even though I know it’s a lie, just the mere thought of another man inside her infuriates me. Even the fact that the man in front of me has slept with her sends a spike of rage through me. “What?”
“It may have just been him talking shitbuthe did say that he couldn’t believe she was fucking her bodyguard now.” He gives me a look. “So…that might potentially come out because it got back to me. I pretended I didn’t know anything when they told me but who knows who else they told.”
I shake my head knowing that Shay is going to be crushed that he outed us on top of everything else. “This guy is the fucking worst. You know he told her he’s always had feelings for her?”
“I knew it. I fucking knew it.” He groans. “At least you had the decency to hide your feelings for the most part.” He scoffs. “I always hated that Shay couldn’t see through that ‘we’re just friends’ bullshit.” He shakes his head. “Look, I want no part of this. I’m sharing what I know, but I don’t want it to be said that you heard this from me, okay? I’m telling you so you can get in front of this.”
“Why’d you call me instead of Shay?”
He shrugs. “I thought she wouldn’t take my call and…above everything I do think you care about her and want the best for her. And I wanted to giveyouthe opportunity to handle Jeremy.” He sighs. “I fucked up with Shay.”
“You’re just now realizing that?”
“No, dick.” He grumbles. “Don’t be stupid like I am.”
“Well, I don’t plan to stick my dick in anyone besides her, but thank you for the advice,” I say sardonically and he narrows his eyes at me.
“You’ll see.” He snorts. “You’re not even famous, but when you go public with Shay, you’ll have women lining up to fuck you.”
“I don’t want that. I wanther.”
“I didn’t either.” He shrugs. “I just wanted her too, but shit…you get caught up and things just happen and before you know it you’re in too deep but it feels too good and you always think the last time is going to be the last time until it’s not.” He drags a hand through his blonde hair and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not making excuses. I fucked up. Hard stop. And it cost me her. Just don’t trust anyone.”
“I don’t trust anyone but her.”
“Good.” He sighs and looks back at his car. “If you hit that asshole Jeremy, hit him once for me too, alright?”
Iwake up the next morning to light streaming through the curtains. It’s a rare Saturday morning when I don’t have anything to do, so my alarm didn’t go off at the usual seven-thirty. My body immediately knows I’m alone in bed as Damian and I are usually intertwined even in the mornings.Either he’s wrapped around me or I’m practically on top of him.
I listen for the sounds of him in the bathroom but I don’t hear anything and when I reach for my phone, I notice the note on my nightstand.
Morning, gorgeous
Went to get breakfast.
Be back soon.
I mentioned in passing a few days ago that I’d been craving almond croissants from this bakery I used to go to with my mom every Saturday but I stopped going because it reminded me so much of her. I had forgotten about them for a long time until I randomly got a craving for them I haven’t been able to shake. I smile because though I’m not sure, I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up with a box of them.
I press the note to my chest thinking about last night. We’d made love until the point of exhaustion, his body on top of mine, his hard dick slowly rocking into me giving me orgasm after orgasm while he whispered how much he loved me in my ear. I’d fallen asleep wrapped in his arms, my head on his chest letting the sounds of his heartbeat lull me to sleep. I’ve learned it’s my favorite place in the world and the place I feel the safest.
I grab my phone, not wanting to wait any longer to hear his voice and dial his number. It rings and rings and I can’t remember a time he didn’t answer on the first or second ring. It rolls to his voicemail and I end the call before it gives me the option to leave a message.
Me: Morning! Got your note. Can you get a vanilla iced coffee too? Love you thank youuuu
I make my way into the bathroom to do my morning routine but I can’t stop the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that he didn’t immediately call or text me back.
Is this me being clingy?
I frown because I’ve never been this girl. With Paxton, we’d gone days without talking when we were on location and while I noticed, I wasn’t climbing the walls like I am now.
I pick up the phone and call him again and it rings and rings again before going to voicemail. This time I leave a message. “Hey, I’m not upset or anything but you usually answer right away…I could be lying in a ditch somewhere.” I chuckle nervously. “I’m not! But…I’m starting to worry. Should I worry? Can you call me back? I love you.”
My fingers immediately start fidgeting and a feeling I haven’t felt in years hits me at full force. Before I can convince myself that he’s fine and I’m overreacting I’m pressing the call button.
