Equals ft. Logan Paul

Twenty

After a fifteen minute drive we arrive at Catch, the famous LA restaurant. The last time I was here I was with Josh and Logan to sign the contract. That was one crazy night...

Before I've even set foot outside the car camera's start flashing, what is happening?! I'm not uncommon with the paps it's just odd that there are so many, I mean at least twenty-five photographers waiting in front of the restaurant.

It's true that lot of celebs come to this restaurant, the weird this is that they're all calling out our names, when they didn't know we'd be here. Almost like they were expecting me or something.

Jay walks over to the passengers side to open the door for me, I smile at him while protecting myself from the bright flashes by covering my face with my hand. Putting on a fast pace to make my way towards the entrance as soon as possible, I don't like being unexpectedly bombarded by press.

When I'm almost at the door Jay suddenly stops, "Babe what are you doing?!" I'm slightly annoyed and panicking because of all the camera's dancing in my face.

"Brooke, are you guys together?"

"Tell us what you are wearing."

"Brooke, smile over here?!"

"C'mon guys give each other a kiss."

"What about Logan Paul, how does he feel about this?"

"Ray, is this your new car?"

"Brooke, Ray look over here?!"

He pulls me towards him and passionately pushes his lips onto mine. I kiss him back, trying to keep my cool in front of the camera's when all I want to do right now is kick him in the balls. I pull him into the restaurant and immediately into the bathroom.

"M'am your table-" the waitress tries to stop us, however I just keep going.

A botoxed rich older women from around fifty gasps when I pull Jay into the lavatory. I look at her annoyed before she starts to leave, and that's when I hear her mumble something along the lines of "How inappropriate!"

Now that we're all alone in the luxurious bathroom I look over at Jay, only to see him smirk. Does he not get that I'm upset with him?!

"What was that out there?" I yell annoyed.

He lifts one eyebrow and moves closer towards me, "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?! Are you being serious? You just full on kissed me in front off all those camera's. My face will be plastered on EVERY SINGLE tabloid first thing tomorrow. And that's not even the worst thing, the worst thing is that you pulled me in front of those camera's without talking it over with me!" I yell at him.

"You seem upset baby, I'm sorry. I just needed some press that's all."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"

He walks over to me and grabs my hands, he kisses them and then pulls me into a hug. "I'm sorry, you're right."

That's... all I wanted to hear actually. He knows how to press all the right buttons with me, always.

I sigh as he looks up at me with those green, puppy like eyes. I can't stay mad at this, jesus christ.

My hands go through his hair as he pulls me onto the sink whereafter he slowly starts to kiss my neck, my weak spot.

Damn it...

I pull him away by his hair, "Just ask if you need some exposure next time, okay?" He nods.