Sydney's eyes widened and narrowed several times before they finally settled. Her blog hits sharply increased. She read the cover articles several times on different social media sites. Some were asking whom the mystery woman who drew the picture. Some chastised Dean for being so careless to let a groupie draw a picture of him. Many started taking bets on which the mystery woman was as Dean had been linked to a number of women.

No one took credit for the drawings or even the blog, though there was gaining interest in her overall site.

People were reblogging and commenting on her drawings. Some wondered if she worked for Marvel or Disney. Some wondered if she would be available for exhibits and showcases.

Everyone wanted to know who she was and for the first time, Sydney relished in her anonymity.

She was too shy to post a picture of herself, though she plenty of nice shots to choose from. She wanted people to appreciate her work first and then concentrate on her looks second. She knew how superficial society was. A pretty person could have an ugly talent that would be appreciated before a homely person with an amazing talent would. She wanted everyone to know how hard she'd worked on her pieces then talk about her looks second.

It seemed to be working.

"You have been stuck at the computer for the past hour looking constipated," Dean mentioned as he sipped coffee, "what's going on?"

"We're famous." Sydney paused. "Maybe you're famous. I'm notorious."

Dean sat beside her and looked at the hysteria that followed his girlfriend. He laughed at how a simple nude drawing of him made worldwide headlines, as if there was nothing else important to discuss. Children were going hungry, useless wars were occurring, revolutions were starting and here was a huge chunk of pop culture junkies, focusing on his dick size.

Society was an amazing thing to observe. "Well, what are you going to do?"

Sydney slid down into her chair. "Hide?"

"Why? You wanted people to get to know your work and well, here's your chance!" He proudly stated. "Go ahead and reveal yourself."

"No," Sydney shook her head.

"Why?" He asked. "I don't get it."

"Because you're used to the limelight and paparazzi and doing post-game interviews," she countered, "I'm used to going to work at Macy's and coming home to a quiet house."

"I don't think anyone's going to start stalking you at work now."

"You catch that?" She pointed to him. "You said now. You implied there will be an eventually."

"Who said you had to stay at Macy's?" He asked.

"What?"

"You said you weren't cut out for retail, though you were great at it. You wanted to draw and have your own studio. I say why wait? Now's the perfect time to do it." He suggested.

"What are you suggesting, babe?" Sydney smiled as she glanced back at the computer screen. "That I quit my job, pack up all of my belongings and move in with you?" When Dean remained silent, she turned to him. "Are…are you serious?"

"The thought did cross my mind, yes." It'd crossed him mind plenty. "I wouldn't mind seeing you when I come home from practice."

Sydney sighed. She did want to move in with Dean but she also had to be realistic. They hadn't been dating three months and by all intents and purposes, they were firmly in the honeymoon stage. "I don't know, babe."

"I know it's pretty soon and I don't expect a yes right away," He nuzzled against her neck, "but I want you to just think about it. I'll help you get your studio started up and fully support your dreams."

"What if my artwork doesn't take off?"

"Oh, I doubt that's going to happen."

"What if we fight all of the time?"

"We'll have some incredible make-up sex afterwards."

"What if…?" She was interrupted by a searing kiss from him. He may have waited on a yes but he wasn't going to hear any more excuses now. Sydney wanted to pinch herself. Her life couldn't be real. It all felt too surreal. "Do you do this with all of your girlfriends?" She teased.

"No," he softly kissed her again, "just the only one I'm in love with."

This can't be real.

It seemed every celebrity gossip blog was on fire with the mystery woman who drew Dean's hockey stick and pucks. Now Renee found herself in a predicament. Who was this woman and what was she to Dean?

At least she took comfort knowing it wasn't Sydney.

She knew the poor girl was in retail and no mentioned anything about her an artist. And by the looks of her, she most certainly wasn't Dean's only girlfriend. He had Sydney in San Francisco and a mystery artist chick nestled away somewhere, who wasn't claiming her art.

Some mysterious artist…named Renee…

The idea was brilliant. She dabbled a bit in art and had the scribbles to back up her claim. She knew it was a lie but she didn't care about that. The lie guaranteed a storyline and that was more important than anything. The public was quick to forgive lies than they were forgiving horrendous acts against humanity.

With that knowledge in her back pocket, Renee immediately shot an email off to Eden, granting an exclusive interview.

"Well, this just became interesting."

"What?" Sydney walked over to Dean, who was quietly relishing in the newfound attention he was receiving. She sat next to him. "What's going on?"

"It seems someone else is claiming to be the artist."

"Oh?" Sydney looked over Dean's shoulder. "Who?" He showed her the screen. Some blogger named Eden was claiming to have an exclusive interview with Real Housewife Renee regarding the already infamous nude portrait. "Oh, you got to be kidding me…"

"You know what? Let her." Dean commented. "If you keep posting pics, she's going have to answer some questions."

"You can tell I don't care that much about fame," Sydney shook her head, "I'm not trying to steal anyone's work."

"Well, you don't have to. You're naturally talented." Dean raised an eyebrow. "Renee, on the other hand…"

"Are you going to handle her?" She asked.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "by doing absolutely nothing. I'll see what storyline she comes up with then."

"Did you hear about that hockey player, Ambrose?" A client spoke to Roman as he worked on him.

Roman felt a small fire form in his belly before it rose to his chest. He briefly turned off the needle and pretended to dip it into more ink so he could collect his patience again. He hated the fact he pushed his woman into the arms of another man, even though it was entirely his fault. He really didn't like she was dating someone who was famous, and he would be subjected to hear about her. "What about him?"

"Some chick drew a nude picture of him and posted it online. Some reality show chickenhead." The guy shook his head. "Playa is slippin', man. Never let some jump-off take a pic of you."

"I heard that," Roman normally dismissed celebrity gossip since he wasn't interested in any of it but hearing Dean wasn't particularly faithful to Sydney piqued his interest.

After he was done with the tattoo, Roman went online and did research on Dean. Sure enough, there was a nude drawing of him and some chick named Renee was claiming she did it. Roman blew up the picture of Dean and studied it. It was excellent drawing and true to detail. She took careful time to get everything about him just right.

She was a natural.

She was incredibly talented.

She was lying.

Blended into Dean's body were the initials SR. My Sydney Rose. Dean smirked as he rubbed his goatee and licked his lips. Sydney wasn't claiming the drawing for reasons unbeknownst to him. But for Renee to claim it, things just became interesting. He wondered how things really wore between Sydney and Dean for that to occur.

Once he was free from the shop, he was going to go pay a visit to Sydney and heal her broken heart. It was the least he could do.