A Lover To Him

Chapter Forty-five, I'm fired?

"Goddammit, it's taking way too long to get this scandal out of the air. I don't understand what could be so hard about it. I have called all the right people to get this done and still I see new articles online with new theories based on the scandal." Caine says, bending down with both of his hands in his hair out of frustration. I look at him from the edge of my bed, trying to stand without touching the edge.

"Caine, we both know it takes a little more than six hours to get those scandal articles out of the air. I know you're frustrated about this, and believe me, I am too, but they're out in the open, and it's going to take a little bit more time before the truth comes out in the open." I say, looking at him. He looks at me with a frustrated look as he runs his hands through his hair again.

"Again, there's going to be a lot more trouble coming our way if this stays up in the air while it's a fucking lie. Everything they say aside from the fact that we're together is a fucking lie." He says, and I know he's only angry at the world and himself even though he directs his anger at me.

He's right though, I know that the longer this stays in the air and on all the socials and gossip media, the more trouble we'll have coming our way. It's frustrating to see how all of these people are buying the lies someone feeds them, but there's nothing to do about it now. It's going to take a lot more time until they realize the truth, I know that damn well. Yet, we did everything we could to make sure the articles are taken down as soon as possible, but these things take time. Caine might not realize that, but I do.

I'm mad, I am mad. It's so unfair that this has to happen to me. What even are the chances that someone takes a photo of you accidentally, in which you bend down and look like you're doing coke? Slim, those chances are slim. The chances that someone goes through those photos, recognizes me, and sends the photo to the gossip media are even slimmer. Yet, here we are. With a scandal in the media and the photo on the front page. All that in a couple of hours.

Caine immediately promised me that he would get those articles out of the air, putting them in a little box that would never be opened again. It didn't matter what he had to do to succeed, and he would threaten anyone who'd disagree with him or stand in his way. I could see he meant every single word, judging by the flame of anger in his eyes.

"I just don't understand why this has to happen to me? Why does my photo have to end up in the media with a scandal written around it, only made up because it's juicy. The chances are slim, so slim, and it still happens." I say, sighing frustratedly. Aside from the scandal, I'm also frustrated because the recovery is going slow. I can barely stand without holding something, and walking is almost impossible because of the injury to my back.

The doctors told me it would be a great idea for me to follow physiotherapy until I'm completely recovered, and I agreed after Caine convinced me that it would be a good idea. I still think I can do it myself, which annoys the hell out of Caine because he's worried, but he keeps his mouth shut. Even now, he doesn't tell me to lay down in bed but lets me try to walk and stand. With hesitance, of course, he knows he's not going to convince me to stay in bed.

"It happened to us, my love. We'll solve this problem together, and will make it out stronger than we were. I promise you, my love. This will all be over before you know it." Caine says, walking towards me. His hands grab my waist, pulling me towards him. I give him a small smile, not entirely believing him.

"I know you don't believe me, mon amour, but just know that this will only be a tiny setback in our journey together. I'm never letting go of you again, trust me on that." Caine whispers, looking at me with adoration and love. I kiss him slowly, cupping his cheeks with my hand as my tongue slides inside his mouth. His hands pull me closer to him, closing the small distance between us. His fingers draw slow circles on my back, making a blush appear on my cheeks as I realize how much effect those circles have on me.