Page 27 of One Last Time

He shakes his head. "You're both fucking famous, asshole. Anyone could have seen that and what if they took a picture?"

Oh fuck. I didn't think of that, I was so wrapped up in trying to stop her from leaving and then having her, that I didn't stop to think about anything else.

"Who would have thought that it'd have been Tate to have some common sense?" Cas quips. "No one saw, you're all good. You just have to be careful in the future."

I nod, he's right. "Yeah, I've just got her back, the last thing I need is shit to hit the fan."

"What about you, Romeo?" Cas says to Tate with a grin. Have you finally pulled your head out of your ass?"

I continue eating my breakfast as I watch Tate's face closely, pain slashes through his features, and I'm wondering what the hell happened. I know Kayley left him, but now I'm thinking that something more may have happened.

"Yes," he replies after a couple of moments. "Kayley fucked up, and in return, I did. I've realized that we were both to blame for what happened and not just me. I'm sorry that I've been a fucking ass these past couple of months."

I shake my head. "It's not us you need to apologize to. You came close to screwing up your career."

He sighs, "I know, that's what pulled my head out of my ass. Watching you two play while I'm on the sidelines sucks, but I only have myself to blame. I also know that it's going to take some time before I'm able to prove that I'm not going to self-destruct again."

Damn, it's fucking good to hear he's got his head back in the game. I just hope that he keeps it this way.

"Do we have Bianca to thank for this?" Cas asks, and I watch as the corner of Tate's lips twitch. "I'll take that as a yes. Tate, you want her, you're going to have to do a hell of a lot of groveling."

His jaw clenches, "I didn't call her fat."

Now I sigh, does he think it's going to be easy? "You didn't have to say it, it was implied. You hurt her, Tate, and I think it's going to be a while before she forgives you."

He rests his face in his hands. "Fuck," he growls.

My cell beeps, and I glance down and see it's from Payton, I can't help the smile that forms.

"The woman of the hour," Cas, says slapping me on my back.

I reach for my cell and see she sent a text and a picture.

We were seen last night.

My heart stutters, what the hell? Did someone see us in the alleyway?

When I open the image, I sigh in relief, it's a picture of Payton and I in an embrace outside the hotel.

"Damn, could you two be any closer together?" Cas smirks as he looks at the picture over my shoulder. "I'm happy for you, bro."

I smile, I'm fucking happy. It's been a long time since I've felt this at ease. It'll be better when we're able to spend more than a fucking hour together.

"She seems like good people," Tate says. But I wouldn't give a fuck if he didn't like her. Pay's mine, always has been and always will be.

"She's gorgeous, even better in person." Cas grins when I growl. "I'm not blind, nor is any other man in a fucking hundred-mile radius. But she's yours, and I wouldn't go there."

I look down at my cell and reply to Pay's message.

You look gorgeous.

I'm not pissed that someone took our photo, hell I'm fucking glad, now everyone can see that she's mine. Possessive? Yes, but I don't care.

She responds instantly.

Miss you.

I miss you too, baby, text me when you land. Love you.