**
Strong hands rub my calves, working their way up my thighs as I wipe at my eyes. “Mm that feels good.” A kiss presses between my legs. My eyes pop open, and I look down to find Jameson grinning up at me from between my thighs.
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
“What are you doing?” I attempt to scoot up the bed and cover myself with my towel.
“Waking you up properly. Once we get out of here and into a place of our own, I am going to do this every morning.” He grins.
“Who said we were moving in together. You do remember that I was engaged and living with another guy like two weeks ago. Right?”
“Don’t know what you are talking about. In my eyes you’ve only ever been with me,” he teases me. His words are so sweet I can’t even be mad at him.
“Be serious, Jameson. I can’t just go moving in with you first thing.”
“Shh,” he shushes me and runs his finger along the length of my pussy lips, stopping at my clit and pinching. “Be quiet. I’m trying to enjoy my lunch.”
I throw a pillow at his head. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Your pussy begs to differ.” He slides a finger in me, and he’s not wrong. I’m already wet for him.
“We can’t do this right now. We have bigger things to worry about.”
“Like what?” he smirks and adds a second finger. I let out gasp.
“Like Viola, for starters,” I argue, but it’s useless. His fingers scissor inside me, moving faster and faster until I’m panting and laying my head back in defeat.
**
An hour later I go down to the kitchen for food. I’m starved after all the excitement of the day. Everyone has returned from their guest spots and interviews promoting the show. Jameson had a call he had to take from his PR Team and his management. It isn’t fair that he gets to have his phone and have contact with the outside world. I grab a plate and slap a couple of slices of pizza on it and go to take a seat at the table with the rest of the group. Everyone is talking in hushed whispers and it is making me uncomfortable. I feel like there’s a big booger on my face or a zit or something. I look around the room wondering what’s up until I notice that Viola is nowhere to be seen.
“Maybe if we all fuck Jameson too, we’ll be named next week’s top contender,” Hunter snarls in my direction.
My
face pales and I lose my appetite. “It’s not like that,” I snap at him, and he snorts.
“Yeah, sure it’s not, sweetheart. I bet he told Viola the same things he told you when he got her the gig as host. But I guess he saw you and decided to move on.”
“You don’t know shit all about me or Jameson. Where are you getting your information at anyway?”
“It came straight from Viola. Didn’t you hear? She dropped from the show and gave an interview today. Said you stole her man. She’s pregnant with his kid.” His lip curls up at me in disgust.
“I’m not a homewrecker. And if anyone has a claim on Jameson, it’s me!” I yell, pushing my chair back. “He was mine first,” I whisper more to myself.
Jameson enters the kitchen and ignores the heated glares being shot his way. “Harvey Grant needs to see you and me, Peyton.” He holds his hand out to me. I place my hand in his. I guess this means I’m off the show sooner than I thought.
I wait until we are out of earshot of the group in the kitchen. “What’s going on? Everyone was looking at me like I stole candy from a baby or something.”
“Fucking Viola went on live TV earlier today and ran her damn mouth. Made up a bunch of lies about us. About you. She fucked us over and Harvey is about to tell you that you’re off the show. They set us up, babe. Everyone is talking about us online. The gossip channels. New stations. The story is all over that you used your connection to me to get on the show and that we’ve been secretly together all this time. And the icing on the shit cake of the day is Wes gave an interview and said I ruined your relationship, so we are both being painted as lying cheaters all over every outlet. Social media is on fire.”
“You think Harvey and Viola planned this?”
“Yup. I’ve got my people on it trying to squash the rumors but, it’s out of control.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead.
“Perfect. Just perfect.”
“At least we have each other,” he tells me softly.