A/N: Why do you guys think so negatively of me? Drama? I don't do drama at all! :)

Also, AMM1112… update? I miss reading The Call! And for those of you who haven't read it yet, go check it out! I highly recommend it!

Chapter 9

Before either of them knew it, Monday came around, which meant that they had to pop their bubble and go their separate ways. While Callie had already left for New York Sunday night, she had offered Arizona to spend the night at her penthouse. Though the blonde was gracious about it, it didn't feel right to be at her place when she was somewhere else.

Callie was against her coming to the airport, she said that her jet was already on standby and there was no point in her coming along with her to make the ride back alone. She understood it, they weren't there yet to make bittersweet goodbyes or it could be one of Callie's ways of shielding herself. Either way, Callie had opened up to her a lot and she took how much ever of the brunette she got.

Speaking of which, her phone dinged and she smiled as she saw who it was from.

'How was your day?'

Arizona smiled. For someone who didn't want all the ooey gooeyness that came with being in a relationship, she did not expect to see a text from her, but she gladly excepted it.

'I just got home, with a huge stack of paper work,' she replied before taking a picture of all the papers she had to carry on her way back.

Before she could put down her phone, she already saw the three dots bouncing telling her that Callie was already typing.

'I was hoping to see some other pictures ;P, but this will do, for now.'

There was something about the Latina and her need for clicking pictures, this was not the first time she had asked for nudes, hell the two of them had already photographed each other naked but then again, Callie was insatiable.

'Like what?' She replied as she pretended to be dumb.

'You know what I want B.'

That was strange. What did B mean?

'B?' She asked.

'Beautiful is too long to text… Now where is my picture B?'

This was another thing. Callie almost exclusively called her beautiful when the two of them were alone and she loved it. It was a nickname that she didn't think suited her but she didn't dare to voice that thought out loud. She was however struggling for a nickname for her. She wanted it to be something that suited her but she was blanking so far.

Callie was an enigma to her. She was so confused about how she would react and yet the brunette managed to surprise her all the time.

'I don't give one until I get one, you know that!' she replied before smirking.

There was no way a multimillionaire like Callie Torres was going to send her a naked picture… right? Wait was Callie a multimillionaire? Or a billionaire? It didn't matter to her, but she was too curious to find out more about her. It seemed that google was the one who gave her more information about her than the Latina ever did. Quickly typing it in on her phone, Arizona clicked on her Wikipedia page.

'Calliope "Callie" Torres, is a well-known entrepreneur based in Seattle.'

The blonde smiled. Callie was not her real name? It was Calliope? Well, that was amazing information to have and use later. Her phone buzzed and she saw that she had too new messages.

'Sorry B something came up, I'll talk to you later?'

This message was followed by. 'You owe me one now.' And there was a picture with it.

Arizona hit on the download button and gasped at what she saw. There was picture of Callie's pants as she was seated on what she assumed was her office chair. The button was undone and the zipper was pulled down. The tan hand was inside of her boxers as Callie held her penis in her fist as her fingers wrapped around it. While her entire penis wasn't visible, she could make out the outline of her balls and her shaft with the head slightly peaking through her boxers.

The blonde instantly felt herself getting wet.

'Oh my… is that for me?' She asked. But after a few minutes of getting no reply, she assumed that Callie was busy, she did say she had to go.

'Looks like I'll be having a great night, text me tomorrow?' she texted before diving deep into the paperwork.

It had been three days. Three days since Callie had texted her that stupid smiley face. Yes, she knew that she could call or text her too but the Latina said that she would call her so then why hadn't she. What was going on.

Never in her life had she been this affected by anyone like she had been with the brunette, it was driving her crazy. It did not help that the office she went to was located at Torres Towers, that the people she worked with were employed by her. She missed her.

Currently, she had finished an ad campaign for Torres Tequila, they had come up with a plan to through a Miami themed beach party at one of the Torres resorts in her in Seattle. So, for the past three days she had been busy trying to organized that event and making sure everything was up to plan.

She grabbed her phone and opened her messages. Dang! That fucking smiley face was taunting her as if challenging her to do something to wipe that grin off of her phone. "Screw it!" She said before she hit the call button.

It rang once, twice before it was picked up.

"Hey," Callie said breathlessly.

The smile on the blonde's face was instantly wiped off. Why was Callie panting? Was she with someone? Was she fucking their brains off and she had the audacity to pick up her call while being deep in someone else?

"Umm, why… you. Fuck you!" She yelled as tears where already starting to form in her eyes.

"Fuck me? Is it you who'll be doing the fucking? If so, then I'm down for it."

The blonde rolled her eyes, this was not funny, why was she making a joke. "You know what Callie, the least I deserve is loyalty, but you can't even give that to me!"

"What's wrong beautiful?" She asked as she sucked in a breath of air. "Switch to Facetime."

Before she could respond to her, telling her that she didn't want to see her going down on someone else, or trying to prove to her that she was not cheating on her, Callie was already video calling her. Arizona knew she had to be strong so she rubbed her eyes clear of all the tears before running a shaky hand through her hair and hit the accept button.

Callie was not sure what was going on. One minute she thought she was having a fun call with the blonde and then in the other, her lover sounded distressed. She wanted to get to the bottom of it. Even though she was not in Seattle right now, she couldn't bare to stand the fact that she was in pain.

She placed her phone on the treadmill so that it pointed to her face. "Beautiful? What's got you so stressed out?" She asked as she lowered the incline on the treadmill.

"You're at the gym?"

"Yeah. I have been drinking a lot lately. You know, I have to make sure the Tequila is just right so I have to hit the gym a bit more." Callie focused on the blonde's face. "You're crying." She immediately hit the stop button before wrapping the towel behind her neck. "Beautiful, talk to me."

Arizona wiped the few stray tears that left her eyes. "I- just… I don't know, you sounded like you were- and then I thought- and God! I'm so stupid!"

Callie took a big swig of water. "I don't think any of those sentences made any sense. Are you okay? Did someone say something to you? I swear to God I'll rip their eyeballs out of their damn socket."

"No… I-I might have thought that you were sleeping with someone else…" Callie was silent and let her continue. "You were panting and you sounded breathless and I thought that you were with someone and God! You were working out!"

"The only time I'm going to answer your call breathless, is when I'm pleasuring myself to the picture I took of you. I know the websites paint me as someone who is player, who is with a billion people all the time, but trust me, I'm not. I don't share and I don't like to be shared. It's as simple as that." Callie took the towel and wiped her face clean of the sweat before moving to the changing room. "Now, tell me about your day."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you-"

"Do I sound upset to you?" Callie asked sincerely.

"Not upset, but a bit mad, maybe?" She asked.

"I'm not mad. What you thought was fair, but I have always been a one-woman kind of a person."

"Then why did you stop working out?"

Callie quickly put her hoodie back on as she started grabbing stuff from her locker. "Because I'm done? Now, let's drop this okay? Tell me how your day was. I want to hear you talk," she said as she headed to the sink to clean her face.

"As you know, we are putting together the beach party, which is trickier than it sounds. Your company is adamant on having it in Seattle, but then with the crazy weather we have here, it's so unpredictable and we have to make sure about a hundred people have shelter if it rains, we have to change the whole location and then there's catering. But I have been on top of it all."

"Look at you! You sound so happy!"

"I am happy."

Arizona took in the brunette's appearance. Before she put the hoodie on, she was dressed in loose black short with a black sports bra. The beads of sweats that were on her forehead was so sexy that she wanted to stick her tongue out and catch it on the tip on her own. The Latina had tied the hair she had on the top of her head, back into a loose ponytail, while the shaved sides of her head was sparking as it was covered in sweat. This look was really doing it for her.

"Beautiful, your eyes changed colors. They became darker."

"Umm what?"

"You're turned on. What are you thinking about?" She asked.

"Nothing! I'm not turned on!"

Callie raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow. "You're not? Then stick your finger in your vagina, drag it like it was me touching you and show it to me."

"What! Why?"

"If its dry, then I'll know that you're not turned on and that I was wrong. But let me tell you something beautiful, I'm never wrong." She challenged.

Arizona folded her arms. "I'm not sticking my hand down in my panties. I'm at the office."

"So what?"

"It's unprofessional!"

Callie wiped her face clean before making her way out of the gym. "Come on, just one tiny swipe. I'm not even asking for nudes here, even though you know you owe me one."

"It's a public area Callie, I can't just put my hand down there!"

The brunette rolled her eyes. "It's the middle of the afternoon, everyone is out on their lunch breaks. It will take you what? Three seconds to prove to me that I was right? Besides, your desk will cover most of it."

Arizona was considering it. The Latina was right, there was barely anyone there. But at the same time, she knew that she was turned on.

"Do it, do it, do it!" Callie chanted. "Imagine it was my hand, that my fingers were being a bit cheeky and defying my mind. I haven't touched you in three fucking days Beautiful! Give me this!" She pleaded.

The blonde took one quick look around the office to make sure no one was there.

"Beautiful, I need to see that you actually put your hand down there."

After one final look, Arizona put the phone to point to the waistband of her dress pants before unzipping them and sticking her hand in her panties. She was drenched, almost glistening wet as her fingertips instantly met with moisture.

"Let me see."

Arizona put the phone on her desk, propped up against her laptop before pulling her hand out. The top of her index finger was covered with her discharge.

The brunette smiled at that she was correct. She was always correct.

"I told you."

She was about to roll her eyes when she heard the elevator doors opened as people who had gone out for lunch had returned. In her panic Arizona quickly stuck her fingers in her mouth before anyone could see it.

"That's so hot," Callie said.

"I need to go, bye!" She said before cutting the call, before Callie could respond to her.

She was screwed, wasn't she?

A/N: So? Was that what you thought was going to happen? Let me tell you something, the next chapter, I can guarantee that you are not ready for the next chapter!