Our Secret- Braddison

Chapter 1

Bryce POV:

I woke up to my phone, ringing for the thousand time. I looked at the time to see that it was already 9 am, which means I was late for work. Ugh, I thought the little princess would be so mad I either don't have her avocado pudding or Starbucks. I answered my phone.

A: Bryce, where are you? You were supposed to be here at 6 am.

B: I'm at home sleep. You should try it, Addison. Maybe, then you wouldn't be in such a bad mood. Also, you wouldn't need all these drinks to get your day started.

A: You are the worst assistant anyone could ask for

B: So Fire Me

Addison went quiet

B: Oh, right, you won't. So here how it's gonna go. I am going to take a shower and get ready. Then I'll get your little drink with breakfast since I know it's time for you to eat and make my way to the studio so that you can relax before your next set of photos.

A: Bye

I don't know why Addison hadn't fired me yet. But, I know that either I was an amazing assistant, or she really needed me. But, something in me told me that wasn't the case. Addison could have a way better assistant, one who even lived with her and woke up before she did. But she stuck with me, and I had no idea why.

I finally got out of bed and got ready. I grabbed my phone and the iPad in which held Addison's life and schedule in it. I drove to Starbucks, grabbed her favorite drink, and then went to the cafe she loved and got her crapes. I, of course, got myself food as well. I mean, if I was going to feed her, I was gonna feed myself. 

As I was heading to the studio, my phone began to ring. And all I was thinking is that this better not be Addison. She had my location when I had my work phone. Which meant she would know that I am around the corner. But I saw it was my personal phone. I saw Caleb was calling.

C: Hey Bryce

B: Hey Caleb

C: Momma, says thanks for the money. But, she said stopped sending it. We are fine

B: But, you just started soccer, and I want to make sure you have all the equipment you need. Plus, momma doesn't have to stress about the bills. So I'm gonna keep sending it. But, look, I have to go. I'm pulling into the studio.

C: Tell Addison I said Hi, and to give you a vacation

B: Bye Caleb

I hung up the phone as I parked the car. I walked into the studio, speaking to everyone as I made my way to Addison's dressing room. I walked in to see Addison sitting on her chair in her robe.

A: Bryce, you know you should have knocked. I could have been getting a dress or even naked

B: Our, how I would love to see that

A: Don't be weird. You are already on thin ice for being late

B: But, I brought your favorite crepes

A: Fine

I sat and ate with Addison. Whenever we ate, it was fun. We laughed and talked. It was the view moments that Addison didn't have to be perfect. She could be herself without worrying. I don't know how I got lucky to be her assistant, but I was. I wouldn't let her know that, of course. 

As we finished eating, Addison glam squad came in to get her ready for her next look. I got up to leave, needing to set up her meetings for tomorrow and make sure that her dinner was prepared for tonight. As I was walking out of the room, I heard Addison speak.

A: Where are you going, Bryce

B: I am gonna let them do their work. I need to set your meetings and dinner reservations tonight. You are hanging out with Dixie and Charli

A: Bryce, stay, and keep me company.

I listened to her and sat back on the couch as she got all glammed up. Planning Addison's schedule was always easy, but sometimes we ran into conflicts. OOf course, I would try to tell Addison that she needs to take one day out of the week for herself, no work, just pure relaxation, but she said no, of course.

B: Hey, Addison, what do you say about taking a day off this week. I can work it into the schedule since you don't have a lot to do.

A: Bryce, I already told you I couldn't. If I am not working, then I am just lazy

I left the conversation at that and continue to feel in her schedule for the rest of the week.  All of a sudden wardrobe came in, so I stepped out. As I was stepping out, I saw Addison Manager Liv. 

Liv and I got along incredibly well, for the simple fact that we wanted the best for Addison even if she didn't know what she wanted for herself.  I could tell Liv was stressed out, as she usually was. 

I stood and continue Addison's schedule. She then came outside of the room in her first outfit, and she looked beautiful. However, I was aware of her beauty. I would never fall nor like her. Not only was it unprofessional, but she wasn't my type. We would never work. We were just too different, and that was fine.

Liv: Hey Bryce, I need you to free Addison's schedule on Friday 

B: Okay, what is going on

Liv: Nothing, she needs a day for herself. If you want to set up a spa day with medi pedis and some shopping on me

B: Okay Liv

Liv: Also, don't tell Addison. But I think I am working her into her next movie or maybe a tv show, just trying to finalize details.

I watched Addison take a ton of photos and change into many outfits until finally she was done. I went into her dressing room, putting all of her things away. I pulled out her pouty face merch. So she could be comfortable. She walked into the room, looked at what I had laid out, and then shook her head.

She then pulled out merch I had been working on. My party animal merch and put it on. Addison was the type to want to get someone's name out there, and I was appreciative of it, but it wasn't what I was here for. 

A: You are taking me home since I didn't drive. Plus, I need to go over my schedule. Also, you can take all my things to the car

B: You are such a diva, Addison. When we are alone, you are down to earth, and here you are snapping your fingers,

A: May I remind you that you are my assistant Bryce. All of what I have asked you to do is in your job description. What is also in your job description is to be on time. So I talked to Liv, and we decided it was best if I have a live-in assistant

B: You want me to stay with you. No way

A: Oh, but you will if you want to keep this job