Jealousy.

"Hello?"

"Ari just called, Vince. He said he saw Miss May with her hand half way down your pants in the VIP room at Les Deux. You do realize you're in public, right?"

"What, no hello? I didn't even know he was at Les Deux, E. Are you sure that he really saw me? Besides, I'm not even with Miss May! I'm pretty sure she was a Cyber Girl or something, not even in the magazine. And her hand is not down my pants, for the record. We were just dancing – completely innocently and in the middle of the dance floor. Turtle was around for fuck's sake."

"Kinda not the point, Vin. C'mon, you know the drill. You've got to act like you have some class in public. I don't mind you having a little fun, but I don't really want to start my day with another 6 a.m. wakeup call from New York when that hack writer wants to fact check your social calendar from the night before for Page Six."

"So don't answer, E, it seems pretty easy to me. Or just make up some story like you usually do. You know how to spin things pretty well. Hell, sick Shauna on 'em. They won't make the same mistake twice when she gets done with them. I'm pretty sure that so-called journalist from the Inquirer is still having nightmares over that shit they ran a couple months ago."

"Yeah, that was pretty funny. That guy from Us Weekly is still pretty jacked up after she reamed him last month for that writeup he did about you and Scarlett. Anyone who is anyone knows that you all have been friends for years. However, I can't say the same for you and this Playmate. Just tell me now, do I need to be ready for something?"

"E, I tell you everything. I know the rules. Do you really think that I am going to hide anything from you or that I would do that? Someone Ari knows probably saw someone that looks like me or saw us hanging out and assumed something was going on. I don't even know where that girl is at right now. I'm just hanging out, having drinks with my boys. You know, you could have come out with us tonight..."

"I told you that I have work to do, Vin. Unlike you, some of us actually have to put in hours to keep our careers going. Actually, I have to put in hours to keep your career going."

"And I appreciate that, E, I do, but let's not pretend that I don't work long hours when I'm shooting. I pulled eighteen-hour days quite regularly on the Mendes film last year, and I'm expecting that I'll put in almost as many on this thing coming up. However, even with all of that, I still always manage to find time to spend with you and my boys."

"Alright, alright, enough with the guilt trip. This call wasn't about me being in trouble. It was about you and your little harlot."

"I don't know what you are getting all worked up about. Don't you trust me by now? You know the deal with me. Even if I flirt with the girls a little, you know that I'm always coming home at the end of the night with you, E."

"You better, you jackass. I have to watch people fawn over you all day. You live in the public eye, and I'm okay with that when the sun's out. But at night, that's supposed to be my time. I guess I'm just jealous that she gets to be with you tonight when I'm stuck here. However, you're right. I know that you'll be in my bed in a few hours. It's just that I am kind of in love with you, and I don't plan on sharing you with anyone."

"Now that's the E that I know and love. Put in another hour at the office. I'll have one more round with the guys and then beg off for an early meeting. I'll bring home this expensive bottle of champagne that someone sent over and we can have our own little private party in bed. What do you say?"

"I say that sounds like the best idea you've ever had."

"And I thought that kissing you after Ashton's birthday party was the best idea I ever had."

"Okay, second best idea. I'll see you soon?"

"Yeah, you'll see me soon. Love you, E."

"I love you, too, Vin. Hurry home.

Click.