A few days have gone by and I'm spending my time snapping pictures and selling them per usual. Doing my job will get my mind off this shit for a while.

I don't expect to find much excitement, and I really don't. That's until I remember that Rukia and Renji are seeing each other. The world doesn't know yet but with this particular mood I'm in, I'm going to change that.

It actually isn't that difficult to find them together. They know how to keep things on the down low but with the shit up my sleeve I manage to take a few photos of them together. I'm quick to expose their relationship by selling them out to the big name in celebrity news. I get payed good money for it too, and I know this is going to be big in the celebrity world. All I have to do now is sit back and watch it all unfold.

I walk out of the publishers building and head straight to my car. When I get in I have to sit there for a bit, document in hand. I went in there with two pictures. I came out with one. One of those documents were photos of Rukia and Renji, the other document is Ichigo's photo. I almost ended it all. I almost sold Ichigo out, but I didn't do it. I can't. I drop his document into the passenger side. I need to think shit through.

If I were to actually sell Ichigo out then it's all over. I'm not exactly excited about it. I've already fucked up with Ichigo and doing this, selling him out now means there's no going back. I don't want to threaten him either. If I threaten to sell him out then it'll probably make things worse between us and I don't want that. And I can't. I won't do that to him because I know that I feel something really strong with Ichigo and I don't want to lose that. I don't want to sell him out anymore.

In no time Rukia and Renji's relationship is publicised. I'm not surprised considering they are popular celebrities at the moment but, I didn't exactly expect it to blow the fuck up like this.

Within the next day more paparazzi are swarming over their ass like a pack of flies. Controversy hits. Ex-drug dealer, woops, I mean, still a fucking drug dealer Renji Abarai is dating one of the most desired female actress' out there. The news doesn't really faze me. I shake my head as I read the shit about them. The shit these other paparazzi say about them are just ruthless. I can only imagine what it'd be like for Ichigo if they were to see the picture I took of him and Renji.

I'm adding fuel to the fire, because Ichigo's already mad at me over the shit that went down at his beach house and I'm sure he knows that I've had my hand in selling his friends out.

My front door sounds like it's getting punched the fuck in from how hard it's getting knocked. What the fuck. I get up and slam my door open, already giving the person on the other end a death glare. Whoever wants to fuck with me now isn't going to have a very good experience. I'm not in a good mood. I woke up this morning feeling like a sack of shit thanks to this prick smashing my door in.

I open the door and oh shit. My glare disappears instantly at the familiar face. God damn it. Ichigo's glaring daggers into me and all I can do is stare at him with a blank face.

"Hey."

"How could you do it, Grimmjow?" Ichigo asks, clearly pissed off.

Geez what a way to greet each other.

I raise a brow. "What?" I'm confused, but by the tone of his voice, I think he's here to kill me.

He takes a step into my place, grabbing me by my shirt. He tilts his head slightly and glares at me.

"I know you sold Rukia and Renji out. I know because I told you about them and now look at the shit they're saying about them!"

So he's mad that I sold his friends out. Well, it's my job, it's what I do.

"If it wasn't me it would have been someone else," I answer, staring him dead on. I don't know why everything Ichigo does, even if it's him yelling in my face is OK to me. If it were someone else, I wouldn't let it slide.

He aims a punch to my face. I watch him but don't bother to move. He clips the side of my face and knocks me to the side slightly.

"Well shit," I say, touching my mouth and checking out the potential damage his strong hit could have caused. My cheek is already throbbing but I'll ignore it.

"Guess I deserved that."

I catch his wrist before he can react and haul him inside. I kick my front door shut and advance towards him.

"You don't know how mad I am, Grimmjow."

"Hey, you're the one that just punched me in the face, I should be mad. Not you."

Ichigo yanks his arm out of my grasp and I decide I'm not going to push it by trying to grab him again. My mind is all over the place by this point and I have the slightest clue what I should do.

"And you hurt me at my beach house."

Ichigo crosses his arms, glaring at me.

"So we're even?" I ask and Ichigo laughs bitterly.

I know I really got him mad and messed with his emotions and I'm not exactly proud about it but getting him all riled up has made things a little exciting. I don't care how I get physical with Ichigo, it's got me grinning either way.

"Man, there's something about the way you look at me, even when you're mad that gets me going."

Ichigo bites his bottom lip, his glare dissipating into a frown.

"Stop it, Grimmjow. It's not helping."

"OK. I'm being an asshole." I admit.

"The shit that went down at the beach house," I start. Ichigo shifts from one foot to the other, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What about it?"

"I'm sorry about it. I know I fucked up but I want to make it better."

He stares at me then averts his gaze. He doesn't say anything. I wonder what's going on inside his head. I hate it when he's quiet.

"What are you going to do about it?" Ichigo asks, but I know where this is going. "Is it all over now?"

"It's not over. I'm not going to sell you out." I say evenly.

"You got what you wanted," he says a little quieter than usual. "Aren't you tired?"

"I'll never be tired of you."

I reach out to cup my hand against his cheek. He moves away quickly, closing his eyes briefly.

"Don't try that on me. I know you're lying."

"I'm not lying. I was going to sell you out but I clearly didn't."

"So you sold Rukia and Renji out instead of me?" Ichigo opens his eyes, with a hard glare on me.

"Yep," I shrug. "I decided to sell them to the publisher cause I don't want to ruin what we have."

I don't care about Rukia or Renji. Ichigo's clever enough to figure out that selling them out was much better than selling him out. But he actually cares about his friends even though buying cocaine for Rukia got him into this deal with me.

"I should just go," Ichigo turns on his heels. He walks towards the door.

This time I follow him and when he opens the front door I slam my hand into it. The door shuts and I keep my arm in place, just by his face.

"Let me go, Grimm."

"I can't." I admit.

Our eyes meet but he doesn't speak.

"Shit. What do I have to do to make you believe me?" I groan.

I can't let him go even if I want to. I know everything's changed since we started this deal. I didn't realise it. I just want Ichigo to believe me and for things to be better between us.

"You want to see me destroy the original picture too?" I ask.

Ichigo tenses.

"Because I'll do it for you."

I honestly don't know if I should get rid of that picture too. The only reason why I kept that original picture in the first place is because I'm afraid he'll just leave me once there's no viable reason to be around anymore. No more blackmail. I risk him leaving me but it's for Ichigo and I'm a man of my word. And there's no other time to tell the truth but now.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I've fallen in love with you. And I don't want you to leave me."

He stands there just staring at me in awe.

Without a word he walks closer to me, never leaving his eyes from mine.

"I won't," Ichigo says, pecking me on the lips. "You're the king of assholes, do you know that?"

I laugh. Not because I want Ichigo to feel bad, but cause it's slightly amusing to me. I still need to clear up why I sold his friends out though.

"I think Rukia and Renji deserved to have their shit spilled out since you're in this very deal with me because of them. You were buying the coke from Renji for Rukia. Remember?"

"I remember," Ichigo mutters. "But they're my friends. So what if I'm in it because of them?" Ichigo hesitates to say the next thing and sputters briefly before he stops talking altogether. I'm determined to get it out of him so I hold either side of his face with my hands and he looks directly into my eyes.

"Say it," I say sternly.

Ichigo opens and closes his mouth, scowling. Face going red.

"I was going to say that uh, it's kind of a good thing. I m-mean…"

I'm grinning at him cause I know that he likes that this happened. Ichigo swallows nervously, never breaking eye contact with me.

"Come on," I murmur. "Tell daddy."

Ichigo's cheeks are suddenly hot and he blushes.

"I missed you." He admits.

"So did I," I say, moving my hands from his flushed face and slowly running them down his sides to rest on his perfect hips.

"Why are you just so fucking perfect?" I mutter, squeezing him softly.

I know exactly what to say and do to him. His in my hands now and always will be.

"I don't want to fight you anymore, Grimm," Ichigo says slinging his arms around my neck.

Ah. There we go. This is what I like to hear.

"I don't want to either," I say truthfully. "I'll make it all better, promise."

Ichigo smiles, pressing a kiss to my lips.