THE RULES OF FAME

Chapter 19 - Breakfast

Peyton Bell

Holy f*****g God! I love her, and never stopped loving her, and last night was everything and so much more. She let me in, all the way in; she gave herself to me in such a tender, raw, and vulnerable way. It was something I was not expecting, at least not this soon, but now that it has happened, I feel overwhelmed with the immense responsibility of holding her heart and not failing her again.

She slept the whole night in my arms, cuddled against my body. Her warmth seeped into my skin, my skin pressed against hers, and my heart jumped out of me to latch onto hers. She owned me, I was irrevocably hers… and I would love to believe that she was irrevocably and undeniably mine.

Around 6 in the morning, my phone buzzed. I slowly untangled from her body, and I moved to the living room to pick up the call. “Hey, man,” Eddie´s voice on the other side of the phone sounded tired.

“What´s up?” I asked, I knew he would not be calling me for nothing.

“Chaos, I don´t know how you handle all the crazy demands of the divas…” he said, and I laughed.

“I don't pay them any attention, and I present them with options…” I said, and he chuckled.

“You are better at this than mI” he paused, “But you are on your well-earned vacation time…” he sighed, and I took a deep breath.

“What is it?” I said, and he sighed again,

“There was a picture leaked on the web, you in London buying flowers… Nothing harmful, but I wanted to tell you, just in case you do something stupid… People recognized you, and it could go against getting her back,” Eddie said, and I chuckled.

“That is almost impossible…” I sighed, and Eddie paused in his tracks.

“You didn´t, you fucker!” he chuckled, and I smirked. I knew he could not see my face, but he knew me well enough to know that I was walking on f*****g cotton clouds and pooping unicorns.

“Let´s say we cleared the air, and I am going to spend every f*****g minute of my vacation beside her… we still need to figure so much s**t out, but I will make it work.” I sighed, and he chuckled.

“I am happy for you, man…” he sighed.

“Are you coming home for the Holidays?” he asked. “Grandma would love to have us all back in the mothership,” he said, and I chuckled.

“I wish, but I need to check her schedule first. I believe she signed a new movie and she has to be in Ireland soon…” I said, “I would rather spend my Holidays with her than in the mothership…” I explained, and he sighed.

“I would too… anyways… I will let your mother know, and I will hold the fort. Colette says hi, and Leon is waiting for you to remaster the last track of his record,” he said, and I sighed.

“I have my laptop with me. If Nessa has to work, I can spare some time and work on Leon´s track. I don't make any promises, but I will try.” I said, and he chuckled.

“If you are going to travel to Ireland, go to pubs, dress as a leprechaun, do a funny dance, do stupid s**t, and maybe after you have done all of it, think about work… It is your time to let loose and forget about work,” he said, and I laughed.

“God! You are so stupid…” I laughed, “Anyways, I´ve got to go… let me know if you need help, I can squeeze some work while she is working,” I sighed, and took a deep breath. I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, but if she has to be somewhere and work long hours, I can use my time working on some tunes, instead of just waiting around.

I checked the time and sighed. I was over the moon, and I could not go back to sleep, so I did the next best thing. I roamed the kitchen and started cooking breakfast. I was not a guy of big gestures, but I could hold my weight in a kitchen, so I decided to cook some omelets, squeeze some fresh orange juice, cut some fruit, yogurt, and some pastries.

I heard some movement, and then I took a deep breath. “I thought you left me,” her voice was frail, soft, scared.

I turned around in the kitchen, pants low on my hips, my shirt missing in action, my hair sticking everywhere, and she looked breathtaking, with her hair in a messy bun, and the missing-in-action shirt covering her body.

“Eddie called,” I said, and she bit her lower lip.

“And?” she muttered,

“And I am on vacation time…” I shrugged my shoulders because I didn't want to ruin the mood with technicalities.

“Then, I couldn't go back to sleep, so I decided to cook breakfast…” I smiled, and she sighed.

“Is everything alright back at the studio?” she asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah, just Eddie being Eddie… he does not have patience with the artist's requests, some of them are just full of bullshit…” I smiled, and she sighed.

“Pey?” She called my name, and I turned around to meet her eyes. “What are we doing?” she asked,

“Right now? Eating breakfast…” I said with a simplicity that made her smile.

“You know what I mean…” she sighed, and I understood that deflecting the hard topics would not work, so I took a deep breath and, after bringing all the food to the kitchen island, sat beside her.

“We are reconnecting, making love, holding each other, and picking up where we left off…” I cupped her cheek, and she trembled under my touch.

“And later? I mean, what would happen when we have to be apart?” she said, and I took a deep breath.

“I can work remotely… I can work less, I have enough net worth to last me two lifetimes, but under no circumstances am I willing to let you go again,” I said, and she bit her lower lip.

“I have to be in Ireland tomorrow,” she said, with a small voice, and I nodded.

“I figured, so we need to pack up, buy tickets, and go,” I said, and she sighed.

“I am going to be shooting for two weeks, it is almost a 16-hour job…” she said, and I nodded.

“And? Are they going to give you a trailer?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Well, I can work on your trailer if you allow me to tag along,” I said, and she took a deep breath, a breath of relief.

“Seriously?” she mumbled, and I cupped her cheek.

“Seriously, Ness… I told you last night, and I will tell you this until you believe me… I am not going to let you go ever again…” I said and then placed a tender kiss on her lips, and she sighed.

“Let's eat, and then I will have to go to my hotel to pack my bags,” I said to her, and she nodded.

“I need to pack up,” she said, and I nodded.

“But before I leave, I want to make love to you, again… just as a reminder of how much I need and love you,” I caressed her neck, and she melted into my touch.

“Again?” she sighed,

“Only if you want to,” I said, understanding that maybe I was being too pushy or that maybe she was sore from losing her virginity last night. She slowly nodded.

“I want to, God! I had no idea what it was to be with the man you love… and I can´t get enough of it,” she blushed, and I kissed her temple.

We ate, and just as I promised, I picked her up, took her to her bed, and made love to her one more time. After showering together, I kissed her goodbye, with the promise of coming back as soon as I was done packing.

She smiled and handed me a key to her place. “Take this, if we are doing this, you will need it,” she said with such certainty that it took my breath away.

“I´ll be back as soon as I am done,” I pecked her lips, and she smiled.

“I´ll be here,” she sighed, and reluctantly, I left.

***

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