Vogue.

Forty Six

Celine

It wasn't a romantic kiss.

It was sweet and it was a start.

Brock and I agreed to keep in contact. There was something there that we wanted to keep.

We kept it pretty well.

The following week Matty scheduled a five with me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I've only got a few minutes so let's get into this. There's a lot of publication if you and the model you were with last week-"

"I know Matty, and I'm sorry I'll talk to-"

"Don't interrupt, Celine. Everyone is eating it up. I want you to talk to him about meeting with me so we can go over a contract." He told me.

"About what?" I questioned.

"Your relationship."

"We aren't in a relationship." I corrected.

"Well do you want to be?"

"I-I... Can I think about this, do I even have a say?"

"Yes, but if he complies and I get anymore support you will be forced to."

So I told Brock. He agreed and we were put in a relationship.

I did like him. I just wasn't ready to be in a relationship with him.

He brought his niece to our first concert.

"Miami..." I breathed. "You look so pretty tonight." I shook my head.

"We want to thank you guys because this entire tour wouldn't be possible without you all." Rylee announced.

"Y'all have brought us this far and there is no doubt you'll take us even farther." I added. My eyes slid over the crowd slowly. I knew their section but I didn't know the row or seats.

Brock wasn't hard the spot though. He's giant compared to all the girls in the audience.

I smiled as he caught my eye and pointed at me then looked at his niece.

She looked around 10 years old. Brock lifted her for a moment to see me wave at them. Her hand sped up and she grinned and looked back at her uncle.

The crowd got louder as the music for the last song began.

When it ended we bowed, thanked the fans, the band, and the staff then exited the stage. Brock was supposed to be meeting us back here after we showered and  changed outfits.

He was there before I showered though.

"Wow..." I heard when I stood from the couch. It was Bella, his niece.

"Oh hey. You must be Bella?" I asked, smiling at her.

"You're literally like a goddess..." She breathed.

"Isn't she?" Brock laughed crossing his arms over his chest.

"Thank you honey, can I give you a hug?" I asked.

"I'd be honored." She held her hand over her chest and then reached out to me. I squeezed her and saw Brock look over at Cole who began filming us.

They allowed me some time to shower and change then Brock and I took Bella to eat.

"You guys are my favorite. I never liked my uncle until now." She teased, getting a shove from Brock who was sitting across from me. "I gotta pee." She announced, sliding out of the booth.

"You want me to go with you?" I offered.

"No, it's just right there." She pointed. The bathroom was in our sight so we had no reason to worry. Brock watched her walk into the bathroom then slid out of his side to move to mine.

"You have such a pretty voice." He said, laying his arm around my shoulders.

"Thank you." I smiled. "I'm so glad you guys came."

"I want to talk to you about the contract your boss has." He said.

"Okay," I breathed, nodding.

"So we're just dating?" He asked. 

"To put it simply, yes. But there's a contract that no one will know about." I explained.

"And it was your managers idea?" He asked

"Yeah."

"But you want to do this?"

"I..." I wasn't going to lie. "I don't want anyone to be upset." I shook my head.

He smiled after a moment.

"I'm so lucky." His hand that was around me turned my face to kiss him.

And so the story of Brock O'hurn, male model, and Celine Reid, singer in a band, began. They were "heart achingly cute", affectionate, and happy.

We were "heart achingly cute."

"Mom won't be mad, a baby is always a blessing, Michelle." The woman who sat behind me on the train's sister was pregnant, and I got to hear Michelle crying the entire ride.

As soon as I got off the train I could immediately see Brock towering over the crowd. We both smiled as we caught each others eyes. He began pushing forward through the group of people, which a few among were paparazzi.

I pushed through, leaving a pathway from my large duffel.

As we met my arms gripped one another around his neck and his snaked around my midriff, making my feet leave the ground.

"I missed you so much." He planted a sloppy, hard kiss to my jaw.

"I missed you too." I muttered, hugging him to me.

We were affectionate.

"You looked amazing tonight." Brock spoke, letting the door shut behind him.

"So did you." I smirked, knowing where he was going with this.

"And your dancing." He sighed. His voice was now closer, and now I could feel him behind me. His hands covered my hips, pulling me into him. I turned to kiss him.

His hands moved up my back, lifting the material of my dress with it. His tongue pushed passed mine, exploring the now familiar terrain.

As hard as it was to admit it he was as great a kisser as he was at sex, and he was an overall great boyfriend.

He lifted me onto the bed of the hotel, letting me lay on my back. He crouhed over me, still kissing me and lifting the hem of my dress over my thighs.

We weren't happy.

He was.

I wasn't.

I wanted different things. But I wanted to make everyone happy.

So I let him pick me up from airports, come to my shows, meet all the girls, take me to my treatments. I let him have me.