Loving You Until The End

𝟮𝟬 | 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆

𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 <3

Wednesday, May 12

"Alright and that's a wrap." Everyone lets out a sigh of relief and I chuckle.

"Nice job Max." Max, a player of the Los Angeles Lakers had a sportswear campaign that I photographed. "Ditto." He says, putting his shirt back on. "Alright everyone is free to go!" I shout, letting my staff know they're free to leave. All I need to do is pack up and I'm good to lock up.

"Want me to stay? Silvia would kill me if I left you alone."

I laugh.

I met his girlfriend; Silvia when I was photographing a Lakers game last year. Silvia is a sports journalist so we instantly clicked. She and Max have been going strong for almost 2 years.

"Don't be dramatic Max it's only 7:00."

"Exactly, I'm staying." He plops down on one of the couches I have in my lobby. I shake my head and continue putting everything away. "Let your manager know that they'll be done by Saturday," I tell him as I'm locking up the studio.

"Sounds good. Hey, want to come to the club with Silvia and me?" He asks.

"Clubbing on a Wednesday night and third-wheeling the most PDA couple I know. No thanks." I say.

"Come on, it's not fun clubbing without our child." I smack his arm. "You're only 2 years older!" I exclaim. They've taken me under their wing as their child.

"So I'll pick you up at 9:00?" He asks once we're at my car.

"You're not giving up, are you?" He shakes his head.

I sigh. "Fine but please don't make me stay out too late," I ask.

"No worries, we're leaving to visit her parents tomorrow morning anyway." He says.

I nod my head, "you're DD by the way k bye." And with that, he leaves.

I internally roll my eyes and make the drive home. I don't mind being the DD, I don't drink much anyway. I think the last time I had alcohol was on Rebecca's birthday.

That seems like forever ago.

I walk into my bedroom and an hour later I'm walking out of it, ready to go to the club.

I hate this dress so much. It's scratchy and uncomfortable, but it looks good on me.

There's a knock on my door, must be Max. I grab my clutch and head for the door.

"Just on time, you ready-" I look up.

Not Max.

"Roman," I say.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

This is the first time I've heard from him since he sent a text Friday night. I don't want to talk to him. I gave him a chance and he managed to fuck it up.

"I'm actually waiting for someone," I say.

"Look I know I fucked up the date but if you'll-"