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Chapter 66: Phone call

George POV.

It had been a few days since Clay had made the suggestion about me moving to Florida with him, and it had been on my mind ever since then. Every comment that the blond made about his home state back in America reminded me of his offer, and each time I felt more and more compelled to say yes.

Our days were a blur at this point. I’d been living with him in his hotel room for almost a week at this point, since there hadn’t been a repairman to my house yet to fix the broken window. Wilbur had offered to pay for it since he was meant to be watching the house, but I turned him down, saying that I was possibly moving soon, the least I could do was pay to fix my own house.

Wilbur was also surprisingly alright with me moving, having gone on several long rants when we were together about how the two of us could go to theme parks like Six Flags, Universal, and Disney, or celebrate the fourth of July, and do all sorts of other American things together. His enthusiasm honestly convinced me even more.

Yesterday before he went to work he came over and we spent half an hour on Google just finding pictures of nice houses around the area. He even went as far as to Google pictures of Clay’s house, and it was honestly massive. I don’t know how Clay can live in such a big thing, especially if he’s all alone.

Clay on the other hand, hadn’t said much about it. In fact, he had not mentioned me and Florida in the same sentence since he had spoken to me while we were cuddling on his couch. Right now though, he was talking about it. Or more accurately, he was being pressured to talk about it.

For the movie he had finished filming a month or so ago, called Continental Love, he had to go and do some interviews, which he brought me along to. I was sitting in the back corner while reporters of all shapes and sizes were crowded around a stage where Clay was sitting along with some of his co-stars and the director.

I was wearing one of Clay’s oversized hoodies with the hood covering most of my face. Only my nose and eyes were visible since Clay told me I’d probably be harassed if anyone recognised me. But nobody recognised me. They were all too focused on the celebrities on the stage to focus on the one sitting behind them.

The event was meant to just be a promotion, but it really had turned into the media questioning Clay about our relationship again. All of the people being interviewed, including Clay, seemed over it by this point, and there was still another ten minutes left of this interview.

“Is it true about the necklace you won at the auction being stolen?” One interviewer asked, thrusting his microphone up in Clay’s direction.
“Yes it is.” The blond reluctantly responded. “We hope to get it back before the movie’s premiere next month… speaking of, this is supposed to be the biggest premiere the UK’s had in years.”

He attempted to shift the topic from me and him to anything. That included the premiere, stunts from the trailer that his co-stars performed, applauding the amazing job the director did, but nothing worked. His gaze drifted over to meet mine sheepishly and I shrugged at him, a way of saying ‘at least you tried’.

Both of us stayed looking into one another’s eyes for a moment before he returned to looking at the group of reporters in front of him as a reporter, this time a male, asked him a question. The question was, unsurprisingly, another one about me, causing me to grow bored. I just started staring at my lap, which was completely hidden by the hoodie.

In my pockets were two phones, one belonging to myself, and the other being Clay’s, and suddenly one of them vibrated. My eyes widened as I pulled it out, only to see that it was Clay’s phone, and it was a phone call from an unknown number. I was cautious, Clay and Wilbur hadn’t told me what to do if an unknown number called me, or Clay, or whatever.

My gaze moved up to the blond on the other side of the room, a worried look on my face as I tried to consider what to do. Eventually I decided to answer it, coming to the conclusion that perhaps it was something important that would be from a number he didn’t recognise, and so I answered it.

I had thought it could be a hospital calling about a sick relative, or maybe he’d won some sort of awesome prize, but much to my shock, it was a harsh feminine voice that answered. “Clay. I knew that you’d answer me, my darling!” It was Monica Clearwaters. Clay’s ex. The mother of (apparently) Clay’s son. I was less than thrilled to talk to her.

“Actually it’s not Clay.” I informed her. “It’s George. What do you want?” My tone was harsh, after having to deal with her harsh words directed at both myself and the blond several times.
“Oh, George.” She took a moment to pause before continuing. “I suppose it is a good thing you answered. I was wanting to talk to you.”

“This is Clay’s phone.” I reminded her. “I thought that he had stopped you from messaging him. How did you call?”
“I brought a second cell phone.” She explained, basically brushing off my words. “The block only works for my original phone number.”

“Anyway.” She continued with a hum. “I was wanting to talk to you regarding Clay.” As she spoke I stood up and walked out of the room, not wanting to disrupt Clay’s interview and embarrass him.

“What if I don’t want to talk to you?” I asked with a huff when I reached the lobby, crossing my arms over my chest as I did as I furrowed my brows.
“Look. I want to be civil.” The woman explained. “You have done nothing wrong, you are just a sweet innocent bystander in his path of chaos. Please say you’re the same.”

“As far as I’ve heard, you’re the one causing chaos.” I responded. “Clay is one of the nicest people that I’ve met.”
“He does seem that way.” Monica admitted. “Clay used to be cuddly, and touchy, and would give up all of his free time and rearrange his schedules for me. Does he do that for you?”

“Clay… might do that.” I allowed myself to agree with the woman. “But so do many people. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Look. I want Clay to meet his kid, and when that happens he’ll want to be a fully functioning family unit.” Monica explained. “So you’ll want to rethink your relationship with him.”

“Are you insisting that I break up with Clay so that you can be a family again? He’s made it clear that he’s not interested in you at all.”
“Even if he isn’t. Things will change when he finds out that I am the mother of his child. You will have to get used to having me in your life, okay sweetie?”

Her tone was patronising and made a feeling of pure anger run through me, one which I hadn’t felt in years. I glared down at the phone in his hand and spoke in the most threatening voice that I think I’ve ever used. “I don’t care what fucking delusions you have about your perfect little family life.” I growled into the phone.

“You were an asshole to Clay and cheated on him. Then you try and preach your fucking lies about how he was the one who cheated on you when you and I both know it is the other way around. Now you seem so fucking shocked about the fact that he does not like you because of it.”

“George, no need to sound so stressed sweetie.” She smiled. “I just want to tell you that you are…”
“I don’t care what the hell you want to tell me.” I hissed at her. “Now, I want to make this clear...”

I took a deep breath before beginning my warning. “If you ever try and contact Clay again, or me again, then I will not hesitate to find you and make you wish your bitchy model ass was never born. So do not even think about it, alright?” I didn’t give her time to respond as I turned the phone off and shoved it into my pocket.
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