Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 128.

Tom's pov~

I accompanied Y/N to the set on the following Monday. My curiosity was too great, wondering how she worked, my protectiveness too conflicted as she had to kiss Wayne today, and my trust too small to leave her alone with Clark. I suspected she was nervous as we sat in the car on the way there, glancing at her phone repeatedly before gazing back out the window, and I wondered if she was waiting for a message or just making sure how much time she had left until we arrived.

For a good three-quarters of an hour, she sat in the makeup chair while I answered emails beside her. The lingerie campaign I had agreed to a month ago finally sent over the e-contracts and a complete questionnaire about sizes for clothing planning.
"So, this is your famous husband, huh?" Y/N's hairstylist remarked while straightening her hair. Y/N nodded, smiling at me through the mirror.
"Yes. Visiting me until Tuesday," she replied, engaging in conversation with the older woman. I only half-listened, occasionally glancing up until it occurred to me that neglecting her like this might have been one of the reasons Y/N fell for someone else. I didn't pay her enough attention. So, I tucked my phone back into my pocket and stood up to join her, leaving the lady, I didn't bother remembering the name, enough space to reach every strand of hair.
"You look beautiful!" I told my wife, although different than usually. The wide grin remained the same though, and I quickly snapped a picture of us in front of the mirror with my phone before putting it away again. Just a reminder for when I'd fly back tomorrow.

As we approached the set later on, and more and more strangers started to appear, only one guy seemed to be recognisable as he jumped out of the crowd.
"Yoooo, Tommo!" he yelled, slinging his arm around my neck as if we were best friends.
"What's up, Wayne," I muttered, his hand ruffling my hair, finding it amusing that he was taller even if it was just a few mere centimeters...

Y/N slipped away from my hand, her fingertips remaining only the ghost of a brush. I shot her a side glance, wondering if she had told him that I hated the nickname, but she just shrugged in response, then chuckled, and went over to her director to inquire about today's schedule.
"Nothing much. Nothing much." He shook his head. "I just wanted to make sure everything's good between us before I go make out with your wife today." This guy had nerve. Luckily, he was too clueless for me to give him any of mine. "You know... not like some others." Some others? Did he mean Clark? Had he seen them together? Had everyone seen them? Did everyone know about them? I glanced around, a few eyes on me, but not enough to rule out that I was the odd one out.

"Thanks," I grumbled, my gaze now paranoid.

"Of course, of course. I would never hit on a married woman," he reassured me again, almost forced. As if he was afraid I might hurt him if he didn't ask for permission.

"Good to know," I nodded.

"Yeah, not that Y/N isn't totally hot, because she is, but I know boundaries," he continued, making it almost painfully obvious. He was talking about the blond guy who had the affair with my wife.

"Okay," I said tersely. How much longer did he plan on going on about the topic? We came to a stop as Wayne was approached by someone else and then disappeared again. I looked around for Y/N in all directions, having seen her just moments ago, but now she was nowhere to be found. Perfect.

I checked behind the huge cameras, glanced in the direction of her director, looked over at the makeup artists who were touching up Wayne again, and was about to head back to the trailer to search for her there when I spotted blond hair amid a crowd. His back was turned to me as he conversed with someone, whose identity I could only discern as I approached a bit closer.