A fake relationship scheme, one model on the rise, plus a "problematic" rockstar...
Equals one delicious scandal.
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𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 messages ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────
For the duration of a week, Derek and I have been spending more time together.
At first, it was only for publicity.
Being seen out and about throughout Los Angeles grabbing coffee, or out for walks downtown. His favorite restaurants as well as my own. We even made regular visits to Hillside, where we first 'met'. It's been... nice.
No inconvenient paparazzi traps or swarms of fans—only a few on occasion. I've even been to his house in Beverly Hills. The fucking Hills.
Since the teaser for his music video was released, my follower count has almost tripled.
He'd invited me over to his place the night before to preview the semi-finished product with the director, his manager, Katherine, and a few higher-up crew members of Derek's choosing. All of us viewed in an impressively massive movie in his Beverly Hills mansion, that has practically anything you can think of within its walls, and impressively large acreage.
As I watched, our chemistry on screen was obvious. How we melt into each other. Lose ourselves in the throws of a passionate relationship on the brink of collapse, so drawn to one another, so torn, hurt over the inevitable split.
Our second kiss rolled—and I found myself tracing my lips with reminiscent fingertips as if trying to decipher the past actions of his lips against mine. The memory of it, as well as the moment. I tasted mint and nicotine on my tongue, followed by metallic-y copper as my teeth bit into flesh.
Gooseflesh followed, and my skin prickled with awareness. I didn't have to look to know who was eliciting my body's reaction, but I did anyway. And when his molten gaze met mine, I could tell where his thoughts had been. I'm sure my eyes told him no different than what his told me.
Neither of us have spoken since. Granted, it's only been about twenty-four hours since then, but I couldn't stop the knot from forming in my stomach since I left.
I cut our silence short, giving in to the dreadful anticipation of our little waiting game like a dam breaking way due to an influx of water.
After forcing my thumb to press end against its will, I place my phone face-down on the table and turn my attention back to Julia, who's none the wiser.
She finishes sipping from her wine glass and then continues our current conversation.
"I mean, I wouldn't know what to do if your mother popped up unexpectedly at my place. I'm surprised Cady didn't rip them out," She raises a skeptical brow, "you're sure she let her in? Willingly?"
