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Christy's P.O.V.

I woke up out of a very deep, wonderful sleep because my stomach growled. I instantly knew I wanted to go back to sleep but I was too hungry to do that and I also realized my bladder was about to explode.

As consciousness slowly came to me, I realized that I didn't wake up the way I was used to when Rob was with me. He wasn't touching me at all. The bed was far too cool. I reached out without opening my eyes and patted the bed next to me. He wasn't there. Had he told me the night before when he'd be going to work? I couldn't even remember.

I sat up on the bed slowly and opened my eyes to scan the room. He was nowhere to be found. I saw a shadow move outside on the balcony and realized he was out there. I figured he was having a cigarette so I dragged myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom to take care of business.

After I was done I walked over to the balcony door and I could hear his voice faintly through the glass before I opened it.

"I don't really give a shit about that anymore. People are going to find out the truth soon anyway. Why not now?" He sounded tired and a little agitated. He was leaning against the balcony railing smoking a cigarette. I immediately wanted to walk over and slide my hands up his muscular back. So, of course I did. He put his hands on top of mine when I slid them around to his stomach.

"I told you. I have no idea of how that picture got out but like I said, I'm not going to worry over it. If Kristen is okay, that's what matters. I've got more important shit going on right now."

I froze. What the hell was he talking about? What picture? Fuck. I could not handle anymore drama. I was shocked my hair wasn't falling out along with what I was sure was about to be a horrible ulcer.

"Yeah. I've got to go. I need to be on set soon." He sighed loudly before turning around with his cigarette hanging out of his mouth. "Well, you're about to be a very well-known woman."

I looked at him like he was crazy. "Huh?"

He held his phone up and moved his finger over the screen for a second before turning it to show me. It was on one of those trashy celebrity stalking blogs and BAM. There we were laying in my bed together in New Orleans. It was the photo Kristen had taken of us.

I gasped and grabbed his phone to get a better luck. "How the fuck did this happen?" I shrieked.

"No idea," he said, sounding entirely too calm.

"You're not freaking out about this? Summit is going to shit. You and Kristen are supposed to- OH my God, Kristen! She's going to freak out and she's pregnant and-"

He placed his hand over my mouth. "Okay. I love you but you have to shut up. Kristen and I have been against this publicity stunt for ages. I don't care if they know about you. I only care about what you think of the fact that your name is going to be much more well-known than those couple of times you popped up on sites in photos with me."

I exhaled loudly against his hand and he slowly moved it away. I shook my head as I looked down at the picture. I had never even taken it off of my memory card which I was positive was still in my camera.

"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me," I practically growled as I turned around and walked towards the hotel room.

"Look, I know it sucks and you don't want to be well known or deal with the paps or whatthefuckever other bullshit will come along with this-"

"No!" I shook my head as I turned around to look at him. "No, baby. It's not that," I said as I approached him. He looked like his feelings were so hurt. He thought I was mad about people knowing I was with him. Absurd much? Robert Pattinson was worried that I didn't want people to know he was with me. Seriously? I swear he needed to dig deeper into that tumblr to see how deep the obsession was before I met him. Knowing the real him and actually loving him only intensified all of that.

"I would run outside naked with 'Robert owns my vagina' painted all over my body. I don't give a shit who knows and I don't care about what I have to go through because of that. You're worth all of it," I explained as I slid my hands up his chest and onto his shoulders. He smiled at me before I stood on my tip toes and kissed his lips. I sighed as I pulled back. "I'm pissed because I just figured out how that photo most likely got out."

"Amy," he said before I could.

"Yep," I nodded. "I never took that photo off my memory card and I didn't even think to check my camera when I was home. That stupid little cuntbag. I wish I could beat the shit out of her. It's one thing to come after me and fuck with my life but this is her going after your life and Kristen's and I am just fed up. Fuck. Why can't they just find her? She has to slip up at some point! The bitch is not that smart. She cheated off of my school work for years, for fucksakes."

Rob was staring at me like I had lost my mind. I stepped away from him and crawled onto the bed before plopping down on my stomach. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," I groaned against the blankets.

I heard Rob laugh before I felt the mattress shift as he crawled onto it next to me. I turned my head to look at him. Just seeing his tired, precious, face looking back at me was enough to make me smile. "I wish we could just go to sleep and wake up and all of this bullshit be done with and we could go back to our house and hide from the world except your family cause they make me happy."

He grinned. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, baby."

"Does Kristen know about it yet?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "She didn't really care."

"How the hell are you two so calm about this?"

He laughed. "After a while you just have to learn to let it roll off your shoulders. We have much more serious matters at hand."

I sighed. "I don't know what to do about all of that. I'm so sick of thinking about it."

"I would tell you to stop thinking about it but that'd be stupid because I know you're still going to. But you're here now and there's no way she can get out of the country without being found. She's the number one suspect in this case. There's no way in hell she'd be let on a plane."

"Are you sure about that?" I rolled over onto my back. "People get around that shit all the time in the movies."

"Those are the movies, Christy. If everything that happens in movies really happened I could run around saying I had glittery balls and dazzle everyone."

I laughed and looked over at him. "You do dazzle everyone."

"Oh, I dazzle you?" he asked as he moved to hover over me. I smiled up at him.

"Mmhm. All the time."

"Is it because of my wondercock?"

"Your wondercock?" I burst out laughing and reached up to pat his head. "Yes. It's because of your wondercock."

We both heard and felt Rob's phone vibrate on the bed and he picked it up before reading a text. He started laughing and handed me the phone.

Lovely picture of you two, darling. I want a copy for myself. Miss and love you.

I laughed as I handed him his phone. "I adore your mother."

"She adores you," he said as he leaned in to kiss my nose. "Try to get some more sleep. I know you're jet lagged and it's only 8 am. I have to go shower."

"I think I'm wide awake now. What time to you have to be on set?" I asked as I yawned and stretched.

"10," he told me as he plugged the charger to his phone. "I'll be back. Call for some breakfast if you're hungry."

While he was in the shower I fought the temptation to jump in with him. It was nearly impossible for he and I to have quick showers because we found things to occupy ourselves other than cleaning our bodies. I ordered some room service for us even though I wasn't really hungry. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and curled up on one of the couches in the room with a bowl of fresh strawberries and my very worn out copy of A Streetcar Named Desire.

I was lost in the book by the time I felt a hand sliding up from my foot. I raised my head and sat the book down to see Rob wearing only a towel and a very mischievous grin.

I held my finger up and shook my head no while also shaking my finger. "No sir. You have to be at work soon."

"I've still got well over an hour," he practically pouted as he sat down on the opposite end of the couch from me. It was very obvious that he was horny.

"You're pitching a tent with that towel over there," I told him, pointing towards his dick with my toes. He ran is fingers through his wet hair and grinned that panty dropping grin at me. I instantly felt myself get wet and my entire body got warmer. It was insane how quickly I could go from totally normal to physically needing him as much as I needed air.

I laid my book on the floor and stood up from the couch. His eyes were fixated on me and I knew he was hoping for what I was about to do. I quickly slipped his shirt over my head and felt my nipples harden because of the cool air. His eyes seemed to get a bit brighter as they traveled down my body and he watched as I slipped his boxers and my panties off at the same time.

He didn't bother speaking as he opened the towel that had been wrapped over him and I could feel the wetness building between my legs at the sight of him so hard in front of me. My first instinct was to kneel down in front of him on the couch and lick the tip of his cock to rid it of the bit of precum I could see there but my insane need to have him buried deep inside of me overpowered it.

I pushed at his chest to make him lie down on the couch before I straddled him. Our breaths were already heavy. I slipped my hand between us and found his warm, hard cock. My fingers wrapped around it and I squeezed, making a moan slip from of his parted lips. I could feel him throbbing against the palm of my hand.

I moved his dick so that the head slid over my slick folds, making me jump and moan out when it moved over my clit. "Shit," I heard him whisper through clenched teeth. His hands grabbed at my hips and I could feel him fighting the urge to pull me down so he'd slip inside of me. I finally guided him to my entrance and leaned forward to press my lips against his as I let him slip inside of me.

Inch by inch he sunk deeper into me, my walls throbbing and tightening around him. He felt so good already. I wondered how I lasted more than seconds with him sometimes.

He kissed me hard and with passion that I hadn't felt from him in a long time. His long arms wrapped around me, his hands grabbing at my ass and pulling me towards him. I moaned out loudly as we both began moving our bodies, the downward motion of my hips meeting his thrusts.

I sat up so that I could look down at him and his hands slid up my stomach until he reached my breasts. I leaned my head back and moaned loudly as his fingers grazed over my sensitive nipples.

He sat up, moaning loudly as he did and pressed his chest against mine, his hands still on my ass, holding me to him so he could drive into me as deep as possible. I moved my hands into his hair and tangled my fingers into it. His face pressed against the side of my neck and I could feel him starting to lose control the way he did when he got closer which pushed me even closer.

Our moans were so loud I'm sure someone walking by or in a room nearby could hear but neither of us cared. Our bodies moved quickly and hard against one another. The force in which our hips were meeting was nearly painful but it made everything so much more intense.

"Fuck," I moaned out loudly, pulling his hair fairly hard. I was so close.

"Cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel it," he whispered against my neck before I felt his teeth press against my skin. His hot breath moved over the spot his lips were at and I heard a low moan escape his throat.

It only took one more thrust and I was pushed over the edge. I screamed out, pulling hard at his hair as I began to cum. It was one of those earth shattering orgasms. The kind that makes you lose all of your senses for a few seconds. Blotches and stars filled my vision and I barely heard Rob's loud groaning as he began to cum along with me. I felt him filling me, cumming along with me as my walls contracted against him and nearly forced him out of me.

He fell backward on the couch, taking me down with him so that I was lying on his chest. It sounded like both of us were dying because we were breathing so hard and soreness was already starting to kick in.

"Holy fuck," I mumbled against his chest and he laughed breathlessly. I suddenly felt like falling back asleep wouldn't be as much of an issue.

Once again, I was woken up from a very wonderful, deep sleep. It was weird. I hadn't been sleeping for shit back in New Orleans as soon as I was with Rob again I could go into coma sleeps. My dependence on that man was getting a bit alarming.

This time I was being woken up by the hotel phone ringing. I was really confused because who the fuck calls hotel phones? I groaned loudly as I sat up, every part of my body protesting to me moving because I was tired and because I was pretty damn sore after mine and Rob's couch adventure. It had been awhile since we were intimate and even longer since we got that carried away with each other.

I reached out for the phone and picked it up as I slowly sat up on my knees. "Hello?" I groggily spoke into the receiver.

"You are so fucking hard to get a hold of."

"Kristen!" I woke up a little bit when I realized it was her. "Hey little Mama. What's up?"

"Oh, you know. Eating everything in sight, being the horniest woman alive and feeling bloated."

I laughed as I lay back on the pillows. "If that's what being pregnant is like, I might need to take a test."

She laughed. "Oh God. That'd be some shit right there."

"Yes indeed."

"So, I'm sure you know about the picture bullshit."

"Yes," I sighed loudly and rubbed my face. "I'm so sorry about that. I don't know how the fuck it happened." I felt like a giant stinky asshole for lying but I had to.

"Oh it's no big deal. Rob and I were really tired of jumping around the relationship issue anyway. Someone probably hacked into your computer or something. Shit like this happens all the time. I'm just glad you and Rob didn't have naked pictures or amateur Robsty porn."

I laughed hard. "Did you just give us a ship name?"

"Yep," she laughed. "I tried calling your phone like 500 times so then I called Rob. He happened to be on a break and said that you were probably passed out but I have some super awesome news that I had to wake you up for."

"Awesome news? That'd be great right now."

"What's wrong?"

Shit. She had no idea about what was going on with the Amy madness and I wanted to keep it that way. She was 20 weeks into the pregnancy and things were going great but any extra worrying was something I wanted her to avoid.

"Oh nothing. Just business stress. Things like that. Come on! I want the awesome news." I hoped beyond hope that I was sounding peppy enough to make her change her focus.

"Okay, well." I could hear the smile in her voice. "I went to the doctor today for my 20 week checkup and they did a sonogram to make sure everything was okay and there were no hands coming out of the forehead or anything."

I started laughing. "Hands coming out of the forehead?"

"Totally had a nightmare about it. It was horrible. Anyway! We found out the sex of the baby."

I gasped and immediately was more awake. "Oh my God! What is it?"

She laughed. "It's a girl."

I moved the phone away from my face and squealed like a fangirl while kicking my legs under the covers. "Oh my Gosh. I'm so damn excited!"

"Me too," she laughed. "I've already been online looking for stuff to decorate her room with."

"Holy shit, Kristen. That kid is gonna be like the coolest little girl ever."

"I know right?" she laughed. "I couldn't believe how excited Michael even was about it. I figured he'd want a boy but he said a mini Kristen would be amazing."

"Awwww! He's so damn sweet. Give him a hug from me."

She laughed. "I will if I can reach him over my bump. Seriously. This thing is out of control."

"Oh God," I laughed. "You're probably still tiny. I do love the clever ways you've been hiding it though."

"Are you stalking creepy pap pics of me?" she laughed.

"I tumblr search you and Rob on a regular basis. I'm not even gonna lie about it because I'm sure Rob is going to tell you about Antonio giving him my tumblr link."

She started giggling. "Oh shit, dude. I can't believe he sold you out."

"He literally sold me out, Kristen! Rob paid him 300 bucks to get the damn link."

Kristen cracked up laughing. "I am seriously not shocked by that. He used to try to bribe my brothers to give him horrible photos of me to use against me for when he really wanted something. Beware. That is the kind of man you fell in love with. He's a sneaky little English turd."

I laughed hard. "Yes. I know but I love him."

"I know you do and I'm so happy you two are still together. If someone back in May told me this is where we would be in October, I'd laugh my ass off."

"Me too," I laughed. "I would say that it sounded like something out of a bad fan fic."

"Rob used to read those," Kristen laughed. "He'd get so offended if someone was off about how he acted or something. It was hilarious."

"Are you serious?" I laughed. "Holy shit. That's amazing. I'll have to ask him about that."

"Please do. It would be amusing. I told him what I was having and he said I should name her Roberta."

I facepalmed myself. "Ya know, I want to be phased by that but I can't because it's so something I'd expect him to say."

"I know. Same here. We haven't decided on a name for sure just yet. I am so indecisive about it. I mean, it's what she'll have to live with forever and I don't want it to be totally shitty."

"Well, that's very true," I laughed. "Any ideas though?"

"Michael and I both really like Lydia Laine."

"Oh, I love that! It's beautiful and you hardly ever meet people named Lydia. I've always loved that name because of Beetlejuice."

She laughed. "Me too, man! Michael and I were up late watching Beetlejuice on our honeymoon. Wild honeymoon activity, I know. But anyway, I was like. I really like that name and he said he did too so I'm thinking that's going to be it."

"I think it's perfect. I can see you carrying around a little Lydia."

"I can't wait to see her." I could tell she was practically beaming on the other line.

"I can't wait to get on my computer and start buying shit."

"I already have," she laughed. "It's so much more fun knowing what I'm having and online shopping. I'm thinking of going with a ladybug theme in her room because we know I'm not putting girly pink shit all over the place."

"Lydia the ladybug," I grinned.

"And she already has a nickname," she laughed. "Alright, well I hate to cut this short but I've gotta go over to Mom's. Oh, by the way, I scheduled an interview with People magazine today. I'm going to have sort of a coming out article in there telling all about how the relationship with Rob wasn't real and I've been with Michael. Of course, I think there's going to be backlash but honestly I think the bitches who hate me will be glad I'm married and knocked up by someone who isn't Rob."

I laughed. "Yes, I am proudly taking the 'Rob is mine' torch from you so the crazies can hate me."

"I feel like I should be compensating you for taking on that burden," she laughed. "Anyway, they're going to put the interview in the December issue which will come out in November so I'll tell you when you can see it."

"I'm really proud of you for putting yourself out there like this. You don't have to."

"I know," she sighed. "But I feel like if I finally just lay it all out there I can stop fumbling over my words and being so nervous about pretending to be someone I'm not when we do promotion shit. Ya know?"

"Yeah, I can't even imagine what that's like."

"It sucks taint," she laughed. "Oh! Shit, I forgot to tell you. I'll be in London in November for the premier so I can see you!"

"Oh my God! I forgot about that!" I practically screamed in her ear. I hadn't seen her since her wedding in August. "I'm so excited."

"Me too," she laughed. "I'm sure Rob is going to want you to come everywhere with us for the premiers though. I'm not sure of where all of the locations are overseas but they will be before the US premiers."

My heart sank at the thought of being back in the US. I felt safer in England. Amy wasn't in England. I didn't think she was anyway.

"He hasn't said anything to me about it but I'll ask when he gets here. Of course I'll go if he wants me to."

"You know he wants you to," she laughed. "Okay, I've gotta go forreal now. We're so not good at getting off the phone with each other."

I laughed. "This is true. Tell your Mom I said hi and give you belly a little pet from me."

"I definitely will. Talk to you soon."

"Bye," I sighed as I hung up the phone. I missed Kristen. I felt like we hardly got a chance to be silly, crazy bffs who hang out all the time. Of course we were in our 20s and not high school but hey, I'm a kid at heart.

I looked at my phone and saw that it was already nearly 5 o'clock in the afternoon. For a second I figured my sleep schedule was officially fucked but then I figured as tired as I was I really didn't think there'd be much of an issue with me falling asleep that night.

I forced myself to crawl out of bed and I walked to the bathroom. When I turned on the light I literally scared myself. It looked like I fell down the 'I look like smashed assholes' slide and landed on my ass in a puddle of 'make up can't even fix this shit'.

"Holy fuck," I spoke to myself as I walked towards the mirror. I looked like I hadn't seen the sun in a few years. There were circles under my eyes that Uncle Fester would be jealous of and my hair was totally insane from having sex and then sleeping for so many hours.

My stomach growled which immediately was followed by a dull ache in my lower stomach. "Fuck off," I groaned, knowing that I needed to go to a doctor but being the stubborn ass that I was I would wait until the pain was driving me nuts. I had ulcers 3 times in my life. Once during high school, another after my parents died, and one a few months after the restaurant opened. It was a pain I wouldn't soon forget.

I didn't really need one but I felt like taking a shower. Well, mentally I did, physically not so much. So, I settled for a bath and took advantage of the huge tub in the hotel suite Rob had gotten. I turned the tv on before I got into the tub because silence freaked me out. Especially in a strange place.

I had just sat up from dunking my hair back into the water to get the conditioner out when I focused on the wall ahead of me and realized there was a screen built into the wall. "There's a tv in here?" I asked myself because I'm crazy like that.

I looked around the bathtub for a remote and finally saw the little panel above my head. The buttons had protective covering since water and electronics don't mix in case y'all didn't know.

I turned the tv on and of course was amazed by it like a kid in a candy store. A tv in the bathroom was some seriously awesome shit to me. I flipped through the channels for a while and paused quickly when I swore I saw Rob's face. I backed up a few channels and saw him again. It was the E! channel.

"Pattinson's rep has not responded with a comment yet but his co-star's reps have."

A photo of Rob and Kristen together at the Eclipse premier flashed across the screen as a few lines of text appeared next to them.

"Rob and I have been best friends from the day we met. Nothing more. Speculation has been just that. As for Rob, I'll let him tell you what he wants but I will confirm that we are not together."

The photo of me and Rob flashed across the screen and I gasped. Holy fucking shit. I was on the E! channel.

"Rob and Kristen have darted around the questions about their relationship for years. Many of their fans have wondered if it was all for publicity. But, it looks like the truth is out. As for Rob's mystery girl, well, she's not completely a mystery. In April of this year Rob and Kristen were spotted leaving a bar in New Orleans together. The owner of the bar is pictured here."

A photo of me at the bar popped up and I could've caught flies with my wide open mouth.

"Christy Dubois is the owner of the popular Bourbon Street bar Madhatter and many believe that the girl in the photo is definitely her."

The screen flashed to none other than Ryan Seacrest and Giuliana Rancic.

"I think it's pretty obvious that she's the one in the photo," Ryan spoke to Giuliana and she nodded.

"I definitely agree with you on that, Ryan. I guess we'll just have to wait to see if Rob speaks up."

Ryan laughed. "I'm sure many girls around the country are very anxious right now. Coming up-"

"Having fun in here?"

Rob's voice pulled my attention away from the tv and I turned around in the tub making water swish all around me.

"I was just on the E! channel!" I squealed and Rob laughed.

"You're pretty much everywhere right now, Ms. Dubois."

I propped my chin on the edge of the tub and smiled up at him. "Nope. I'm in your bathtub, Mr. Pattinson."

He grinned as he strolled over to me. He looked beyond delicious wearing a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt. "Yes you are," he knelt down in front of me and I leaned forward to press my lips against his.

"So I heard that you heard you're going to have a neice," I said as I moved to stand up from the water.

"Yes, I did." He followed my movements and stood up as well, his head tilting as his eyes roamed from my legs up to my face. "Sit back down."

"Huh?"

"Sit back down," he pointed towards the bathtub as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and walked over to sit it along with his wallet onto the bathroom counter.

"Will you be joining me?" I asked as I sunk back into the water. He was grinning at me while he removed his shirt and I kept my eyes on him as he continued pulling his clothes off, revealing the body I loved entirely too much.

"Nah. I'm just going to run around naked."

"Sounds like a plan. A lot of girls would be thankful for that fap material," I informed him as I moved out of the way so he could step into the bathtub.

"Fapping is what guys do." He slipped into the water and immediately crawled towards me, pushing my knees apart with his own and looking like he was stalking is prey.

"I can say whatever I want," I whispered as I placed my hands on his sides and slid them up his soft skin. "I missed you today." I pressed my lips against his and the moan that escaped his lips was enough to make me shiver as he pressed me back against the bathtub wall.

"Mm. Well, let me fix that for you," he whispered against my lips.

And fix it he did.

Rob's P.O.V.

My entire day had been a complete blur since I left Christy. I had tons of small scenes to get done but that was fine by me because the film was already nearly finished. I had to be done with the filming before promotion for Breaking Dawn began. But during any breaks I had while filming I was answering calls and speaking with my manager about the photo that had been leaked. I was shocked that the media jumped on it the way they did. It wasn't a risque photo. I had taken much more indecent looking ones. But I guess it was the fact that it was easy to realize it was not from any shoot or movie I had ever been in so people who wanted to know about me wanted to know about Christy.

This is where my inner conflict was. Of course I am a man and I want to walk around with my girl and let it be known she is mine. I was fucking proud to be the one she fell in love with. But because of being so well known and the fact that I couldn't walk around a mall to buy underwear without 20 guys following me with massive cameras made wanting to do that a bit difficult. I loved acting but I missed the normal aspects of living without being a celebrity. I didn't want her to lose that and I knew she knew exactly what she was getting into when we got together. I'd warned her several times that we wouldn't always be hidden but she never seemed to care. But I did care and I especially cared because of the situation going on with Amy.

I had been going over it all day in my head. She had to have been the one to leak the photo and it was really fucking smart of her because she knew as soon as people knew who Christy was they would be looking for her and photos of her would pop up online as well as where she was in that photo. She basically set up her own tracking device. What a clever cunt.

Thinking of that all day made me miss her and want to be near her more. It did help when Kristen called and pulled my mind to much happier matters. I had to admit that it would be very fun to see a little mini Kristen running around. Other than that it was hard to steer my thoughts away from the woman I hoped was sleeping peacefully in my hotel room. I was trying my best to figure out a way to keep her hidden without making her have to stay in like a hermit 24/7.

The last call of the afternoon that I received from my manager intrigued me. I'm not one to parade my personal business around but I knew that if anyone asked me flat out I would tell them I was with Christy. So when my manager informed me that Ryan Seacrest was requesting an interview via Skype for his radio show to talk to me and Christy if I was going to admit that there was a relationship, I took him up on the offer. The deal was that if Christy didn't want to do it then the interview would just be with me as a Breaking Dawn promotion sort of thing. If she did want to do it then my statement about my relationship with my leaked photo's mystery girl would be released the following morning and then Ryan would ask his Twitter followers to send in questions for Christy about me.

I mean, it's Christy. I knew that her answers to questions would be fucking hilarious and perhaps if the media already had a bit of an idea of who she was then the mystery would be taken away and the stalking by paps and what not wouldn't be quite as intense.

I felt like it was a fucking crazy idea but my life had become crazy anyway so why the hell not?

By the time I got to the hotel, I had been so ready to see her all day I practically ran down the hallway to get to my hotel room. Knowing that she wasn't an ocean away from me and I'd actually be able to see her, touch her, and feel her made it nearly impossible to get through the work day without acting like a whiny child and asking what time it was over and over again.

I opened the door and walked in to see the covers on the bed thrown all over the place but no Christy. The tv was on in the room and I also realized I could hear voices in the bathroom. I walked over to the door and peeked in to see my girlfriend in the tub, naked (obviously), sitting up on her knees and gawking at the tv in shock as she listened to some program that was talking about us. I honestly didn't pay much attention to it because I'm a man who has an incredibly sexy girlfriend who happened to be naked and wet in front of me.

I'm sure you can figure out what happened soon after I stripped and got into the bathtub with her.

After that, I had some phone calls to make. I was getting a new PR person and needed to schedule our first meeting. I also needed to call my mother to explain the photo.

Christy was in the room talking to Kristen on Skype and I was out on the balcony. I peeked in the door to look at her. She was smiling a real smile. The one that made her eyes light up and was genuine. She was looking much better than when she'd first arrived and I was so thankful for that.

I was pulled from my staring by my phone ringing. I looked down at it and saw that the number was blocked. Normally I don't answer those calls but for some reason I decided to.

"Hello?"

"Oh Mr. Pattinson. You sound even sexier on the phone."

I peeked into the room to see if it was Christy on the phone because the voice on the other line sounded so similar to hers and I wouldn't put it past her to mess with me. But right when I looked in Christy was throwing her head back and laughing about something. Her phone was on the bed behind the laptop.

What the fuck?

"Who is this?

"The last person you'd ever expect to call," the girl practically purred into the phone. "Are you two all nice and cozy in your hotel? It must suck to be stuck inside all the time. Poor Christy. Poor, poor Christy."

It hit me in the middle of her speaking. I knew exactly who was calling. My heart sped up and I stood up from my chair, looking around like I was going to spot her somewhere.

"Why the fuck are you calling me, Amy?"

She paused for a second and I thought she'd hung up but finally she spoke.

"Let's make a deal."