The "Girlfriend"

05. Anxiety

Victoria's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning alone in bed. I walked through the hotel to find no one so I decided to get dressed and watch the Telly until Paul came back.

He's probably went out to see his "friend". I wondered who it could be. It was probably some girl he picked up off the street. Or maybe it was one of the girls he cheated on Jane with.

Paul soon walked into our hotel room, interrupting my thoughts.

"Did you go see your little "friend" today?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

"Actually, I brought ye some breakfast. I wasn't sure what you liked so I got us both pancakes, eggs, and toast." He replied awkwardly as he set our food on the table.

I nodded in response and managed to mutter a 'thank you' before I walked over to table. I took the seat across from Paul.

"I just want to say I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to be so nasty towards you." He spoke up and took a bite of his breakfast.

"It's okay." I replied, reaching for the syrup. I put my eggs on top of my toast and folded it in half. I poured syrup into the middle and took a huge bite out of it. I looked up to see Paul giving me an odd look.

"What? It tastes like French toast." I laughed.

"Whatever ye say. We're leaving soon for Chicago so be ready." He laughed as he finished he breakfast and made his way to the bedroom.

Once I finished my breakfast, I made my way to the bedroom and walked in on Paul only in his underwear. I stood there, frozen, for a moment not knowing what to do. Do I stand here and drool or turn around and act like I hadn't seen anything.

I guess I decided to stand there and drool for a few seconds until Paul turned around.

"Don't act like ye haven't seen a lad in his boxers before."

I snapped from my gaze and could feel my cheeks turning a crimson red. I walked over to suitcase and began packing my things back into it.

"Are you going to tell me who you went to see yesterday?" I asked nervously. I didn't want to start another argument but I was curious.

"Nope." He replied, not even looking up to meet my eyes.

"You aren't breaking the contract are you?"

"No." He looked up, glaring at me. "Why are you so worried about it anyway?" He asked, looking back down.

"I just don't want you to break this contract. I need the money and I'm not going to let you ruin it just because you can't keep it in your pants."

"I'll have you know I 'aven't slept with anyone since I signed that bloody contract." He walked over towards me and was now standing infront of me.

"Then why don't I believe you?" I snapped as crossed my arms.

"Maybe because you think I'm such a terrible guy when ye don't know me."

"Well, I don't have to know you to know that you cheated on your girlfriend with more than one girl. The tabloids can tell me that."

"Not everything in the tabloids is true, Vicky." He chuckled a bit, and took a step closer.

"Well, if you didn't do it I wouldn't be here right now."

"Why do you act like you know everything?" He asked, as he inched closer.

"I don't have to act because I do know ever-" I was cut off by Paul as he brought hands to my cheeks and kissed me.