"We're not dating," {COMPLETED}

Epilogue

"Madden! We have to be at the airport in thirty five minutes and it's a twenty minute drive! Are you almost ready!" I scream as I get into the door of our hotel room. I sigh.

We are always late for everything. And he doesn't care, he always thinks just because he is Jameson Madden Royals the fourth, he can get whatever he wants. Even if he does own one of the biggest record labels in the world, I think he shouldn't use that as an excuse to always be late.

And I know what your thinking Madden? Owning a record label? I know, I was shocked too. I didn't find out he sang and played the drums until our senior year at homecoming when he asked me by writing me a song. I smile at the memory, it was so sweet and heart felt. I made him write the lyrics on a price of paper and I keep it with me everywhere I go.

I go over to the kitchen island and start making a pot of coffee. Then I feel a pair of hands go around my waist.

"Hey baby, how was work?" He murmurs into my ear as he kisses my neck. I sigh and lean back on his chest.

"Stressful, who would have thought finding the right catwalk would be this hard? One of my models are very fussy. I still need to make the announcement about the show, then send out invitations, find the location, and find two more models because Kelsey and Brooke cancelled, and also I apparently need to make gift bags. I thought my assistant could do that, but no, I have a meeting tomorrow about finalizing everything, and I really don't know how long it will take," I sigh. He sways us back and fourth.

"No you don't. This is Summer vacation. We are going back home, we will see everyone and we are all going to spend time together and not think about work. I have held all my meeting back until Mid August. You should try to do the same," He says as his hands run up and down my sides.

Still at twenty-four years old, he can make me feel the same as when we first got together.

I turn around to face him and put my hands around his neck. I give him a pointed look and he pouts. I smile, he just looks so cute.

"After this summer show. I just need to figure out all the details for the show, and then I will hold everything off," I say.

"Please," He says huskily moving us backwards so I am now pinned up against the counter.

"Jameson!" I say. He looks at me.

"Really?" He says.

Usually when I use his first name, I am dead serious.

"Listen, we are going to fly over to Los Angles, meet up with Cami and everyone, then on July fourth we will go to British Columbia to see our families. By the time we get to Los Angeles, I should be done deciding everything and then the show will be held on... I'm not sure, I wanted it for August fifth...actually I wanted it for July fourteenth, but I think I've waited to late," I say burying my face in my hands. He removes my hands from my face and puts them by my sides, not letting go of them. He leans in and gives me a deep, passionate yet slow kiss.

"Baby, everything will be alright. I can see what I can do," He says. I sigh and shake my head.

All of my colleagues or should I say the people that work for me, have always told me to let Madden handle everything so that he can make our shows more noticeable, but I don't like doing that, I want to do it on my own.