any idea when the last time they were spotted together was? I know that they arrived at the premiere separately last Tuesday."
Has she been Googling me? The thought makes me smile. She was checking up on me. I’m impressed.
"I'm not sure when they were last spotted together," Trinity says. "They have both been working separately from each other for some time. Are we saying that we want to try and backdate a breakup?"
Cami looks at me to see what I think. I nod, and she continues, "If it's possible, I think it would be best. This way we can wipe Tristan's name from any association with this story. We can spin it so that her little escapade is the reason for their breakup. See what you can do on that. If we can't work it out then maybe we can come up with a different plan, but for the time being, let’s try and attack this before it attacks us."
"Wow, Cami, I think that it’s time you stepped out of non-active CEO status. You're good, girl!" Trinity is laughing. "You're going to give me a run for my money. Tristan, what do you think?"
I think about it for a moment before finally speaking again. "If we can take some of the attention off me with our own story of a split between us, then let’s go with it. But please let’s make sure that it’s a viable story before we run away with it. It might even be better to wait until the magazines start calling. You could just play dumb about the photos and say that Layla and I broke up."
I realize I'm still rubbing Cami's back. She looks at me, smiles, and for some unknown reason, I feel a strong urge to hug, hold, and kiss her until her lips are red and raw. But for now, I settle for kissing her shoulder. As I pull away, she reaches up and cups my face in her right palm. I lean into it, wanting all of her hand pressed against my face. I reach up and cup her face in both my hands, using my thumb to wipe away the tears that have escaped her eyes.
Trinity's voice interrupts the moment, and our hands fall away from each other's faces. "That's not a bad idea. All right, Tristan, we're all over it. We will let the magazines come to us, and go from there. I’ll email you any questions we have and get in touch if it’s an emergency."
"No. I won't promise that I'll be available. In fact I'm going to turn off my phone. There were over ninety missed calls from Layla and people from her staff when I turned it on today, and I refuse to be bombarded with more of their bullshit. If you need to reach me then call Cami. She knows where to find me."
"Fair enough," says Trinity.
Cami is sitting on my lap, just staring at me. "All right, guys, we’ll be in touch," I say. When the goodbyes are said, Cami reaches over to the phone to press the end button, then turns it off completely. I turn to Tyson, who is standing silently in the corner. "Go take a walk, my man. I'll be here for a while."
Cami stiffens. "Oh hell, I forgot he was even here." She laughs. "Thank you, Tyson."
"My pleasure, ma'am. And Tristan, you know how to reach me." Tyson leaves the suite, and just like that, I'm alone with Cami.
PART ELEVEN
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm pretty sure that I've never truly wanted to be with anyone more than I want to be with Tristan right this minute. I want to be able to wipe away his sadness, his frustrations. Whatever it is that he can take from my body, I want to give it willingly.
Jeez, Cami, some things never change.
"So, Ms. Enders,” Tristan whispers gently in my ear as he continues to gently rub my back. “Now that you know the truth about why I’m hiding in Tarah, what is it that you're thinking about so hard?"
"Well..." I pause, not really sure how to say what I want to say to him. But at this point I don't think that words are going to express it right.
Cupping his face between my hands I bring my lips to his and I kiss him. He stiffens, but then relaxes almost instantly. Our lips begin to move and dance. I'm pulling him in so close, waiting
Has she been Googling me? The thought makes me smile. She was checking up on me. I’m impressed.
"I'm not sure when they were last spotted together," Trinity says. "They have both been working separately from each other for some time. Are we saying that we want to try and backdate a breakup?"
Cami looks at me to see what I think. I nod, and she continues, "If it's possible, I think it would be best. This way we can wipe Tristan's name from any association with this story. We can spin it so that her little escapade is the reason for their breakup. See what you can do on that. If we can't work it out then maybe we can come up with a different plan, but for the time being, let’s try and attack this before it attacks us."
"Wow, Cami, I think that it’s time you stepped out of non-active CEO status. You're good, girl!" Trinity is laughing. "You're going to give me a run for my money. Tristan, what do you think?"
I think about it for a moment before finally speaking again. "If we can take some of the attention off me with our own story of a split between us, then let’s go with it. But please let’s make sure that it’s a viable story before we run away with it. It might even be better to wait until the magazines start calling. You could just play dumb about the photos and say that Layla and I broke up."
I realize I'm still rubbing Cami's back. She looks at me, smiles, and for some unknown reason, I feel a strong urge to hug, hold, and kiss her until her lips are red and raw. But for now, I settle for kissing her shoulder. As I pull away, she reaches up and cups my face in her right palm. I lean into it, wanting all of her hand pressed against my face. I reach up and cup her face in both my hands, using my thumb to wipe away the tears that have escaped her eyes.
Trinity's voice interrupts the moment, and our hands fall away from each other's faces. "That's not a bad idea. All right, Tristan, we're all over it. We will let the magazines come to us, and go from there. I’ll email you any questions we have and get in touch if it’s an emergency."
"No. I won't promise that I'll be available. In fact I'm going to turn off my phone. There were over ninety missed calls from Layla and people from her staff when I turned it on today, and I refuse to be bombarded with more of their bullshit. If you need to reach me then call Cami. She knows where to find me."
"Fair enough," says Trinity.
Cami is sitting on my lap, just staring at me. "All right, guys, we’ll be in touch," I say. When the goodbyes are said, Cami reaches over to the phone to press the end button, then turns it off completely. I turn to Tyson, who is standing silently in the corner. "Go take a walk, my man. I'll be here for a while."
Cami stiffens. "Oh hell, I forgot he was even here." She laughs. "Thank you, Tyson."
"My pleasure, ma'am. And Tristan, you know how to reach me." Tyson leaves the suite, and just like that, I'm alone with Cami.
PART ELEVEN
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm pretty sure that I've never truly wanted to be with anyone more than I want to be with Tristan right this minute. I want to be able to wipe away his sadness, his frustrations. Whatever it is that he can take from my body, I want to give it willingly.
Jeez, Cami, some things never change.
"So, Ms. Enders,” Tristan whispers gently in my ear as he continues to gently rub my back. “Now that you know the truth about why I’m hiding in Tarah, what is it that you're thinking about so hard?"
"Well..." I pause, not really sure how to say what I want to say to him. But at this point I don't think that words are going to express it right.
Cupping his face between my hands I bring my lips to his and I kiss him. He stiffens, but then relaxes almost instantly. Our lips begin to move and dance. I'm pulling him in so close, waiting
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