Jude woke up same as usual that next morning, with the exception of a 90's boy band front man clinging heavily to her waist. She tried, with no luck, to slip out of his grasp.
"Well, good morning sunshine.", Tommy said dripping with the sexiest morning voice Jude had ever heard.
Jude had already blown off last night's concert in New York City to be with Tommy, faking a cold and she knew quite well they couldn't hide away forever. The US leg of Jude's tour was beginning. She threw on one of Tom's T-shirt's and her jeans.
"Shit! I'm so late for my press conference.", she said scurrying out the door.
Upon entering her taxi, her driver offered her the day's paper. She obliged and was greeted by the headline "JUDE HARRISON CANCELS TOUR DATE TO RENDEZVOUS WITH EX-BOY BAND HOTTIE TOM QUINCY." Without even a second to process this information, Jude's phone buzzes in her pocket.
Gone so soon? You make me feel cheap ;). Xo –T
Jude could feel her stomach in her throat. She knew the exact way this press conference was going to go. And she was right. The entire 45 grueling minutes was spent grilling her about her personal life, to which she had no response. She was exhausted, and it was 2:30pm. She pulled out her phone and texted Tommy.
Can we talk please? Early dinner?
She was set to play a show in Connecticut in five hours.