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Oakley paced back and forth in his hotel room in Bali, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He had been trying to reach Amara for hours, his calls and messages going unanswered. The tension in his body coiled tighter with each passing moment, his mind racing with thoughts of what could have gone wrong.

Finally, unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, he dialed Amara's main bodyguard Dice again. The conversation that followed only served to fuel his frustration even more.

"Dice, it's me." he said, his voice tight with tension. "Where is Amara? Why isn't she answering her phone?"

There was a brief pause before Dice responded, his tone grave. "Boss, Amara was pissed. She got on her private jet and went back to Calabasas."

"Calabasas? Isn't that in Cali?" Oakley asked, trying to keep his cool despite the rising anger within him. "I told you to tell her to hit my line. What did she say?"

"I did, and she said, and I quote, 'Tell your boss to kiss my black ass.'" Dice replied matter-of-factly.

Oakley sucked his teeth in frustration, his mind reeling with disbelief. "Take a week off, Dice. I'll hit you back when I need you."

"Take care, boss," Dice said before the line disconnected.

Alone in his hotel room, Oakley sank onto the edge of the bed, his hands running through his hair in frustration. This turn of events was jarring, to say the least. He had hoped to resolve things with Amara, but now it seemed that she was not only avoiding him but actively rebelling against him.

As Oakley sat on the bed, lost in his frustration and confusion, the door to his hotel room swung open, and his ex-girlfriend Madeline entered, her expression solemn.

"They put out the story of us on TMZ," she announced, her voice heavy with resignation.

Oakley sucked his teeth in annoyance, his thumb still scrolling through his phone as he processed the news. Madeline's presence only added to the turmoil swirling inside him.

She moved closer, her anger evident as she confronted him. "Why the fuck are you the one with the attitude when you're a liar and a fucking cheater?" she spat, her words dripping with venom.

Oakley's temper flared at her accusations. "For the last time, I did not cheat on you," he retorted, his voice rising. "When I did the chicken shop date, we were broken up, and we're still broken up if you haven't already noticed."

He stood abruptly, the tension radiating off him in waves as he paced the room. "If I didn't sign those shitty contracts with you, I wouldn't be here," he added bitterly, his frustration reaching its breaking point.

With a heavy sigh, Oakley sank back onto the bed, burying his face in his hands as he struggled to contain his emotions. The weight of his past decisions and the current chaos surrounding him threatened to consume him, leaving him feeling utterly overwhelmed.

Madeline's words hung in the air, heavy with resignation and sadness. "Let me guess. This is about the Kardashian girl, isn't it?" she said, her voice tinged with sorrow.

Oakley remained silent, his thoughts racing as he processed her words. He knew he couldn't deny the truth any longer, even if he wanted to.

"Look, this is the last thing we had to do before we could fully announce the breakup," Madeline continued, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. "You should go to her, and I'll cover for you."

His head shot up in disbelief. "You'd cover for me?" he asked incredulously, surprised by her sudden offer of assistance.

Madeline simply hummed in response, her expression unreadable. "What's the catch?" Oakley questioned, his suspicion rising.

"You'll owe me one," Madeline replied, her tone firm but tinged with a hint of mischief.

Oakley hesitated, knowing all too well how Madeline's mind worked. He weighed the risks and benefits of her proposition before finally nodding in reluctant agreement. "All right," he conceded, his tone resigned as he began gathering his belongings.

As Madeline slipped out of the room, she couldn't resist a parting shot. "Tell her I said hi," she said with a smirk, knowing she was getting under his skin.

Oakley rolled his eyes, dismissing her remark with a wave of his hand. Ignoring her antics, he focused on the task at hand, steeling himself for the confrontation that awaited him in Calabasas.

As Oakley packed his belongings, memories flooded his mind, each one a poignant reminder of his tangled relationship with Amara. He couldn't shake the image of their photoshoot together, the way her smile lit up the room and her laughter danced in the air. Despite the tension between them, there had been moments of genuine connection, moments he couldn't ignore.

He remembered the times he had protected her, standing between her and the relentless onslaught of paparazzi, his bodyguard presence a shield against the harsh glare of the spotlight. He had vowed to keep her safe, to shield her from the chaos of fame, even as it threatened to consume them both.

And then there was the first time they met, a chance encounter that had changed everything. He could still recall the way she had looked at him, her eyes sparking with curiosity and a hint of defiance. In that moment, he had known she was different, someone worth fighting for, even if it meant risking his own heart in the process.

With each memory, Oakley's resolve strengthened. He knew he had to go to her, to explain himself and make things right. He couldn't let their relationship crumble under the weight of this horrible misunderstanding .

Finishing his packing, Oakley grabbed his bag and headed for the door, his determination propelling him forward. As he stepped into the hallway, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead.

"Time to face the music," he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with both apprehension and determination. With one last glance back at the room, he squared his shoulders and set off towards Calabasas, ready to confront the woman who had captured his heart and turned his world upside down.