Love Is Betrayal

19.Caught

CHAPTER NINETEEN

~BECCA~

I stood still, watching Patricia listen to the reply of the person at the other end of the phone. My forehead creased in confusion as I tried to make out what the receiver was saying but it was impossible.

“Yeah, I’ll keep you posted,” Patricia said and hung up. She heaved a huge sigh and turned around. Her eyes landed on me and she jolted in shock.

“M-Miss Becca. You should be at the shoot,” Patricia laughed nervously.

“I heard you talking about me,” I blurted out, my face stiff.

“Ah! Yes! I was just telling a friend that I’m busy at an engagement shoot and I’ll talk to her later. I’ll go check on your second dress,” she swiftly ran out of my presence and entered the beach house.

I stood still as I watched her leave. Patricia seemed like she was up to no good and I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to trust her.

I shook my head and went into the bathroom to wash my hands before going back under the palm tree. Tristan was drinking a bottle of water as I got in.

“You done?”

“Yeah. Tell me, who is Elora?”

His face stiffened, making me suspicious.

“Why do you ask?”

“I heard Patricia talking about our engagement with her over the phone,”

“Oh!” Tristan cleared his throat. “Elora is actually my secretary. She’s also Aunt Magret’s daughter,”

“Ah!” I nodded my head. Somehow, I was surprised by that statement.

“They’re friends,” Tristan added. “They most likely talk to each other about everything but Patricia crossed a line by announcing my engagement before me. I’ll speak to her and give a warning,”

“No! It’s fine!” I waved my hands in the air. “It’s going to become public within a few days anyway,”

We rounded up with the first look and it was time for the second. Patricia helped me change into the second look, a pretty and girly floral dress, with shoes to match.

We went to a different corner of the beach, facing the waves, where the waters meet the sky. Tristan was looking ravishing in his changed outfit, a pair of white shorts and shirts.

“Okay, so we’re about to get more intimate,” the photographer said. “Mr. Blackwill, I need you wrap your arms around Miss Becca from behind, your lips should be between her neck, kissing it softly. Miss Becca, I need you smiling as he does that,”

The alarm in my head went off. That’s a lot of touching for someone like me who is sensitive. Touching is personal to me, and as crazy as it sounds, it’s what makes me, well…turned on.

I guess that’s why I could never be a good actress even though I’ve always loved the arts.

“Um…do we really have to do that?” My voice is hoarse from anxiety.

“We need to capture the power of love and for that to happen, it needs to look as organic as possible,”

I nodded, forcing a dry smile.

“Okay, let’s get in position quickly,” the photographer snapped his finger. I swallowed hard as I felt Tristan’s chest on my back. Then his hands roamed my waist till they found a way to the front and he clamped his hands together, sealing me close to him.

I gasped as I felt his breath on my neck, and then he pressed a soft kiss on it. My senses ran wild as butterflies exploded in my insides.

Oh dear! My cheeks turn red.

“Smile Miss Becca. The kind of smile that makes you feel like you’re relishing in the moment,”

A soft sigh escaped my lips and I shut my eyes. A mental picture of Logan popped up in my head as Tristan held me, just like Logan used to. I remember how I’d laugh and tell him to stop even though I love the tickle of his tongue on my skin.

I smiled at the memory.

“That’s right! You’re a natural,”

I open my eyes abruptly at those words, forcing myself back into the present.

“And it’s a warp!” The photographer barked.

I gently pushed Tristan’s hand away and moved backwards.

“Are you okay?” He looked at me in worry

“Yes. I’m just feeling a little tired. I think I should go back home,”

“Are you sure you don’t want to rest in the beachhouse first?”

“No! I'm good,” I sigh, starting to feel nauseous. “Can I please go,”

Tristan stared at me, he looked like he wanted to ask questions but he swallowed his words instead.

“Fine. Let’s go,”

“You can stay back and enjoy the beach house,” I protested, shaking my hands in the air. “You don’t have to follow me. I wouldn’t want you to waste money after paying for the villa “

“I don’t care about that,” Tristan mumbled, his voice filled with concern. “What I care about is your well-being,”

The statement softened something in me. But I remembered that he only cared because I needed to be fit enough to take on my role properly.

I sighed. Now it makes sense.

We both got into the car and the driver drove off. I sat in the back seat, staring out the window absentmindedly as my mind drifted back to Aunt Marie. I made a mental note to call her after having a quick nap.

Soon, I began to doze off, my tiredness wearing me out.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I jolted in shock, my eyes darting around.

“What is happening? I turned to Tristan cluelessly, trying to remember the last thing that happened before I got involved the car.

“We’re home. You’ll be staying here till you recover,”