he's not here."
"I…" He gazed at the thermos. He turned it around
in his hand as he stared at it in confusion. "Guess…I could."
"Thanks." She turned back to the box.
"Are you coming downstairs?" Neal still stood near
the open door, motioning for her to follow him.
"No." She waved him away. "I have to finish a
chapter of my book before tomorrow. Just bring me some back."
"Oh…" He sighed as he shook his head.
"Kay."
* * * *
Ashleigh was tired of being cooped up in her room, but
instead of going downstairs, she was having a texting conversation with Caleb.
As she spoke, she did her hair and makeup in front of the mirror.
How was the concert?
Caleb responded quickly.
Concert sucked. Kris was drunk and totally missed his solo
in Might.
What are you doing now?
Gettin fucked up!
Nice.
Check this out.
Her lips formed a deep frown as she studied the picture that
came in the next text. It was of Kris getting blown by a fan in the limo. The
sight of it infuriated her. She quickly sent him a reply.
How do I know that's not you?
Wah ?????
Y u ask that?
When she didn’t respond right away, her phone rang. She
answered it reluctantly. "What?"
"What's with you?" Caleb's voice was louder than
normal, and she could tell he was drunk. "I thought it'd make you
laugh."
"Why do you have fans in your limo?" She was
curling her hair. The iron was wrapped around a long strand as she waited for
the curl to set.
"It's not me, babe—it's Kris. He picked up a few at the
last bar we went to."
"And how do I know you won't pick up some too?"
She released the strand from the curler, waving the iron around in her hand.
"’Cause I wouldn't."
"Why?"
"Why would you even ask me that?" Caleb's anger
seeped through his tone. "And you know exactly why. Because I love you. You don't trust me, do you? That's what this is about,
isn't it?"
She turned from the mirror and set the iron down on the vanity
near her. "No."
Caleb let out an annoyed sigh, and she could hear his quick
breath. "Why? Why the hell can't you trust me? You know I would never
cheat on you."
"I know how desperate some girls can get. They'd do
anything to get a piece of Caleb Mason. You're a rock star—that kind of stuff
just happens sometimes."
"So does accidentally fucking the Count." There was venom in his words.
"What? What does he have to do with anything?"
"I don't fucking trust you, either."
"What?" She stood and started to pace as the
argument escalated. "You don't trust me? That's not fair. I
wouldn't—"
"It isn't?" He let out an annoyed huff of air.
"So, you expect me to be a good little boy and let you fuck around on me
while you're there? You think I'm just gonna sit here
and say it's okay? Well, it's not! It's not fucking okay!"
"You're drunk, Caleb." Palming her forehead, she
closed her eyes and tried to cool her anger. "I don't—"
"Fuck being drunk!" His voice raised. "This
isn't about drinking! It has to do with my fiancé living with another man and
knowing he's fucking her, and I can't do anything to stop it! Fuck, Ashleigh!
It's not fair!"
Her nose squished upwards, a few tears falling from her
eyes. She tried not to let the wetness affect her voice, "If we can't
trust each other then maybe we shouldn't be together."
"What the fuck, Ashleigh? What the hell do you want me
to do? Huh? You want me to wear a fucking camera around my fucking neck so you
can see I'm not cheating on you? I'm not! What the fuck—"
"That’s it, Caleb. I'm tired of all this. I'm
done."
"What? So, now you're breaking up with me?"
"I never said that." She slowly sat in the chair
near the vanity.
"Fuck you didn't! You just fucking said it!"
"Stop yelling at me, Caleb."
"Fine. You want to stay with that asshole and be his
whore, don't fucking talk to me anymore."
"Fine." She wiped at her nose. "Then, I
won't."
"I don't want to see you again either." Someone
screamed Caleb's name in the
"I…" He gazed at the thermos. He turned it around
in his hand as he stared at it in confusion. "Guess…I could."
"Thanks." She turned back to the box.
"Are you coming downstairs?" Neal still stood near
the open door, motioning for her to follow him.
"No." She waved him away. "I have to finish a
chapter of my book before tomorrow. Just bring me some back."
"Oh…" He sighed as he shook his head.
"Kay."
* * * *
Ashleigh was tired of being cooped up in her room, but
instead of going downstairs, she was having a texting conversation with Caleb.
As she spoke, she did her hair and makeup in front of the mirror.
How was the concert?
Caleb responded quickly.
Concert sucked. Kris was drunk and totally missed his solo
in Might.
What are you doing now?
Gettin fucked up!
Nice.
Check this out.
Her lips formed a deep frown as she studied the picture that
came in the next text. It was of Kris getting blown by a fan in the limo. The
sight of it infuriated her. She quickly sent him a reply.
How do I know that's not you?
Wah ?????
Y u ask that?
When she didn’t respond right away, her phone rang. She
answered it reluctantly. "What?"
"What's with you?" Caleb's voice was louder than
normal, and she could tell he was drunk. "I thought it'd make you
laugh."
"Why do you have fans in your limo?" She was
curling her hair. The iron was wrapped around a long strand as she waited for
the curl to set.
"It's not me, babe—it's Kris. He picked up a few at the
last bar we went to."
"And how do I know you won't pick up some too?"
She released the strand from the curler, waving the iron around in her hand.
"’Cause I wouldn't."
"Why?"
"Why would you even ask me that?" Caleb's anger
seeped through his tone. "And you know exactly why. Because I love you. You don't trust me, do you? That's what this is about,
isn't it?"
She turned from the mirror and set the iron down on the vanity
near her. "No."
Caleb let out an annoyed sigh, and she could hear his quick
breath. "Why? Why the hell can't you trust me? You know I would never
cheat on you."
"I know how desperate some girls can get. They'd do
anything to get a piece of Caleb Mason. You're a rock star—that kind of stuff
just happens sometimes."
"So does accidentally fucking the Count." There was venom in his words.
"What? What does he have to do with anything?"
"I don't fucking trust you, either."
"What?" She stood and started to pace as the
argument escalated. "You don't trust me? That's not fair. I
wouldn't—"
"It isn't?" He let out an annoyed huff of air.
"So, you expect me to be a good little boy and let you fuck around on me
while you're there? You think I'm just gonna sit here
and say it's okay? Well, it's not! It's not fucking okay!"
"You're drunk, Caleb." Palming her forehead, she
closed her eyes and tried to cool her anger. "I don't—"
"Fuck being drunk!" His voice raised. "This
isn't about drinking! It has to do with my fiancé living with another man and
knowing he's fucking her, and I can't do anything to stop it! Fuck, Ashleigh!
It's not fair!"
Her nose squished upwards, a few tears falling from her
eyes. She tried not to let the wetness affect her voice, "If we can't
trust each other then maybe we shouldn't be together."
"What the fuck, Ashleigh? What the hell do you want me
to do? Huh? You want me to wear a fucking camera around my fucking neck so you
can see I'm not cheating on you? I'm not! What the fuck—"
"That’s it, Caleb. I'm tired of all this. I'm
done."
"What? So, now you're breaking up with me?"
"I never said that." She slowly sat in the chair
near the vanity.
"Fuck you didn't! You just fucking said it!"
"Stop yelling at me, Caleb."
"Fine. You want to stay with that asshole and be his
whore, don't fucking talk to me anymore."
"Fine." She wiped at her nose. "Then, I
won't."
"I don't want to see you again either." Someone
screamed Caleb's name in the
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