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Chapter Seven

ARIZONA'S POV

"I don't know Bailey, but I do know that I shouldn't be here." Glaring at Miranda through my screen, she is giving me her 'don't mess with me' look but I don't need that right now. I don't need anyone to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. I just need to book a flight and leave. I promised myself I wouldn't cause any issues for my wife and I've failed on that front within twenty-four hours of being here.

"No way are you coming back here, Robbins." She laughs. "I'll fire you if you step foot in Seattle."

"Um, pretty sure you cant actually fire me." I scoff. "You kinda aren't my boss, if you remember."

"Mmhmm, and I seem to remember that you do as I ask when it suits you." Okay, she is right about that but I'm still leaving. I still need to go and allow Callie to get on with the job she came here to do. I don't need to follow her every move. It's not necessary.

"What do you expect me to do?" I ask. "Stay here and cause problems?" Shaking my head, I release a deep breath. "I'm not wanted or needed here. I'd sooner be at home and doing the work I'm supposed to be doing at the office. Like, is this even a real assignment? Are you even going to publish it?" My voice breaking, I clear my throat. I don't need to break down right now. I did that on the way back to the hotel.

"Damn right I am. I told you…we are branching out." She points at me through the screen and I flinch. This woman is a monster on a good day and I seem to be pissing her off right now. "Anyway, who said you weren't wanted there?" She raises an eyebrow. "Callie?"

"What? No!" I furrow my brow as I hear the beep of our hotel room door.

"Well then, I guess this conversation is over." She shrugs. "If she hasn't said that…I don't know why we are even discussing you coming home. Go and be happy, Robbins."

"Bu-" The screen turning black, I scoff at the abrupt end of my video call. She can be so damn rude sometimes but I don't know why I expected anything different. Deciding to check my emails, I go about my business and ignore the fact that Callie has just arrived back. I'm not mad at her. Not at all. I just don't want to get into this with her right now. It will only end in tears and mine have thankfully dried for the time being.

"Hey…were you just talking to someone?" She rounds frame of the bedroom door.

"Uh, yeah," I respond without making eye contact with her.

"Everything okay?" I can hear the uncertainty in her voice. I hate that I'm doing this but its the right thing to do. Callie would be better off doing this alone. It may be hard for us both, but it will be easier in the long run.

"Sure, just busy." I shrug and glance over my shoulder as she approaches me from behind. "What's that?" I switch my gaze to the box in her hand.

"To die for pastries." She gives me one of her megawatt smiles and it melts my heart. Her eyes studying my screen, I know I've been caught. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Nothing…just a little research." I close my laptop.

"Looks like an airline site to me." Forcing my laptop back open, my wife's suspicions are confirmed. I was looking at flights to Seattle. "What's going on, Arizona?"

"I'm going home, Callie." The words leave my mouth quicker than I can process them. I know we should talk about this, but I don't think there is anything to discuss.

"Um, no…you're not." She scoffs.

"I am." I sigh. "This tour is supposed to be good for you and I'm already messing things up after only just arriving."

"What exactly have you messed up?" She gives me a questioning look. "Huh?"

"Your manager already hates me and I've no idea why. I don't need to watch my back, Cal. I have no desire to make any more enemies. I already have one back home who almost killed me. I really don't need anymore."

"Enemies? What are you talking about?"

"Steph," I state as I turn to face my wife. "She clearly doesn't like me and that's fine. I don't live to please other people, but she doesn't even know me, Calliope." I can feel my anger getting the better of me. "She could at least have some fucking respect for me." I don't want to do this anymore. If I carry on, I'm going to send this into a full-blown fight and I don't want that for us.

"She does like you, Arizona." Callie gives me a sad smile. "I've just come from her hotel and everything is fine."

"Oh." I raise an eyebrow. "You have?"

"No." She holds up her hands. "Don't you dare do that." Slamming my laptop shut, I flinch and give her an incredulous look. "Don't accuse me or whatever this is that you're doing. You are pissed, I get that…but I haven't done anything wrong here."

"I'm not accusing you." I sigh. "We are way past the accusing stage of our relationship. I've told you that I trust you, and I do. I don't like her, though." Shrugging, I watch as my wife's features soften. "I'm sorry but I won't be spoken to like that. I have to leave."

"No, Arizona." She drops down to her knees in front of me and takes my hands in her own. "You cant leave. If you go…I go."

"Don't be ridiculous." I laugh. "You cant leave…but I can. It would be best for everyone."

"How?" She asks. "How would it be best for us? I don't care about anyone else." She stands and starts pacing. "Talk to me, Arizona."

"I don't think I need to be here, okay?" I stand, stopping her. "I don't think you need me watching your every move and that is exactly what I will be doing."

"But I want you here…isn't that enough?" Her eyes are pleading with me. "Isn't me needing you and struggling without you enough to convince you to stay?" She searches my face. I don't want to leave, but I know this won't be easy. Me poking a camera in her face all day, every day is going to take its toll. I know it will. "I need you here with me, Arizona." Her voice breaks.

"Callie, do you honestly want me here with you, every minute of the day?" Taking her hands in m own, my eyes find hers and I fall in love all over again. "Honestly?"

"More than anything." Pulling me into one of her strong embraces, my wife holds me like she is about to lose me. "Please stay…"

"If this is really what you want, I'll stay…but you have to do something about Steph. I cannot work with her watching my every move like I'm some creepy stalker trying to get into your bed."

"Aren't you?" She pulls back and furrows her brow.

"Aren't I what?" Raising an eyebrow, I hope to god she answers correctly. This could go one of two ways right now.

"Trying to get me into bed?" She states, matter of factly.

"Please…" I scoff. "I don't need to try anything." Throwing my head back laughing, her lips trail my neck and a low moan rumbles in my throat. "C-Calliope…"

"Mm? You want me to stop?" Her tongue ghosts up my neck.

"Y-Yes." I moan. "We have things to talk about." Pressing my hands against her shoulders, I create a little space between us. "We have plenty of time for this…"

"And we have plenty of time to talk about things." She smirks as her hand trails up and under my tee, her fingertips connecting with my hardening nipple. "Mm, no bra?"

"No, Callie." I roll my eyes playfully. "No bra."

"You know those pastries I brought back for us…they can totally be eaten in bed. Naked."

"Oh, really?" I narrow my eyes.

"Really…"

My legs straddling my wife, I grind down against her fingers and throw my head back. She's hitting me a little deeper with each movement and this right now is the very definition of heaven. I've missed this. I've missed touching her whenever I want to. I've missed feeling her inside of me. I just…I've missed my Calliope. "S-Shit, yes…o-oh." Her free hand roaming my stomach, it travels up between my breasts and she grips my shoulder, forcing me down against her. "Fuck…"

"I've missed you." Pulling me down on top of her, she smirks against my mouth before taking my bottom lip between her teeth. She knows what it does to me. She knows how much it turns me on. Her fingers deeper than ever before, I desperately try to hold on a little longer but I'm struggling. Her heavy breathing mixed with her scent is driving me crazy right now and I need to let go.

Matching her thrusts, I sit back up and throw my head back. My hands placed against her very naked chest, I sink down onto her fingers. "Y-Yes, Calliope. Oh, go-" Hearing a familiar beep, I freeze above my wife and hold my breath. "What's tha-"

"Cal? You in here…" Fucking Steph. My eyes bulging, Callie sits bold upright and pulls out of me. Grabbing the sheet that has gathered at the bottom of the bed, she tugs at it and brings it up and over my back.

"Get out, Steph!"

"Yeah, it's me." Her head poking around the door, I drop down on top of my wife and try to contain the rage that is building inside of me. "I'm here t-" Her hand covering her eyes, Steph gasps. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." Turning to leave, she walks face first into the door and a yelp falls from her mouth. Callie motions for me to climb off of her and now I'm even more pissed than I was seconds ago.

"You should really leave." Wrapping another sheet around herself, Callie heads for the door. "Now!"

"I'm so sorry. I came here to apologize." She holds up her hands.

"And you couldn't pick up the fucking phone?" I appear behind my wife. "Why do you even have a key to her room?" Looking between them both, Steph is the color of a beet and Callie isn't far behind her. My anger building by the second, my wife registers this and ushers Steph out. The door closing behind her, I glare at Callie. "I said why does she have a key?"

"She just does." She sighs. "She has one for all of us."

"Why?" I scoff. "Surely if she needs you she can call, or text, or email. She doesn't need to walk in here of her own free will."

"I'm sorry." Callie wraps her arms around my waist. "She doesn't usually come by."

"Well, how convenient that she does now that I'm around." I shake my head. "Fucking pervert." Pulling out of Callie's grip, I turn and walk away. "Get her back in here."

"What?"

"Call your lapdog and get her back here." I turn around to face my wife.

"Um, why?" She smirks. "We're kinda busy here, no?"

"No." I laugh. "She killed the mood the second she walked in here." Dropping the sheet from my body, I pull on a tee and slip on some sweats. "Call her, Calliope."

"O-Okay." Watching my wife contact her new manager, I try to calm myself down. This isn't Callie's fault but I still don't like that Steph has just walked on in here. "She's on her way back up now."

A few minutes later, a light knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. Moving to open it, I glare at the woman behind it and shake my head. "Come in."

"Arizona, I'm so sorry." She holds up her hands. "I didn't think."

"No, you didn't." I agree. "Why the hell would you just walk in here? Do you always do that?"

"No." She shakes her head. "I mean, I've done it once or twice but it's not a common occurrence and it never will be." She tries to reassure me but I see right through her.

"Damn right it won't." I hold out my hand. "Keycard!"

"What?" She scoffs.

"Give me the keycard." I shrug. "You have no use for it."

"Uh, yeah I do." She furrows her brow. "I need to be able to reach Callie at all times."

"No, you don't." I disagree. "If you call and she answers, she's available. If you call and she doesn't…she's clearly not. Simple." My hand still stretched out, I give her a knowing look but she doesn't back down. "I'll call security if this continues."

"Fine." She spits as she hands over the plastic card. Flinching a little when my wife reappears, she looks between us both. "I'm sorry, Cal. I was just coming here to apologize."

"I told you to give it a few hours." She shakes her head. "And I also didn't mean for you to just show up here."

"Arizona…I'm sorry for this, and for how I spoke to you earlier." She turns her attention back to me. "I just worry about Callie, is all."

"It's my job to worry about my wife." I smile. "Now that I'm here, I can do that. I can promise you that she won't be distracted at any point during this tour. I don't want that." I open the door. "My wife's reputation is important to me but so is our marriage." Feeling Callie step up behind me, she wraps her arms around my waist and I lean back into her. "So long as you don't pull another stunt like this, we will get along just fine."

"Okay." She nods. "I am really sorry, though." Moving towards the door, she turns back and gives me a smile. "And so you know, she didn't stop talking about you before you arrived. It was getting kind of annoying." All of us laughing, I give Steph a half smile and she leaves our room. It's true...if she behaves herself there is no reason why we cant be friends. I'm not here to cause trouble or bring any issues between them. I'm here to do my job and I'll be damn good at it, too. Both professionally…and personally.

"I'm sorry, Arizona." The door clicks closed and I rest my hands over her own.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Placing a kiss below my ear, I melt into her body and smile. "Mm, that feels good."

"Mmhmm…you feel good." Still standing in the same position, my wife gently rocks me and tightens her grip around my waist. "You've no idea how hard it was being away from you. I'd thought about coming home and I'd only been gone a week."

"I'm here now…" I run my thumb across her knuckles.

"I don't like you being alone." She admits. "I want you here with me. I want you everywhere with me." Her hand releasing its grip, she caresses my lower stomach and her fingertips dip beneath the waistband of my sweats. "I want to be able to touch you whenever I like." Her hand moving further south, I force my ass back against her center and moan. "Maybe now we can finish what we started?" Her breath washing over the side of my face, I bite my lip and give Callie the slightest nod. God, those hands. Incredible. Biting down gently on my earlobe, she flicks her tongue out before pulling back. "You're soaked…"

"Mm, because I'm thinking about what you do to my body."

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