"Oh, really?" I ask slyly.
"Liv!" he says, scandalized. "Not like that. You know I only want you," he whispers.
"I know," I say, this bone of contention grating on me unfairly. He'll learn one day.
"Well, I need to get back to the set. I just wanted to call you to tell you I love you."
"I love you too, baby. I'll see you soon."
"Bye.” He hangs up.
I take this opportunity to flick through my phone to check my emails. I have over a hundred so just check the VIP inbox, a few from Scott, one from CK, and one from Devon. My heart drops as it is just a message about work. I go back to the one from CK. It is that photo from his phone with a quick one liner: "So beautiful in that expensive dress. Xoxo."
I beam so widely, I think my face is going to split apart. I save it and set it as my lock screen.
I climb off the bed, pulling on CK's t-shirt again and go off in search of him, changing his contact details back to CK now that we are friends again. I find him and Sebastian in the open plan kitchen.
Again, they stop talking as they see me. I’m starting to get a bit annoyed, but I don't give them the satisfaction of showing it. Hoisting myself up onto the counter, I smile at CK and show him my phone. "Where did you get this from? I don't remember it being taken." A true statement.
"A friend of mine took it and sent it to me," he replies after a soft kiss to my mouth.
Sebastian grabs my phone off me and peers at the picture, "Very nice. Very photogenic, and yet there are hardly any photos of you, Constantine."
He grunts. "I try to keep a low profile, unlike the lot of you." He turns his back to me and leans against me as I open my legs to pull him closer, leaning my arms across his shoulders. "How on earth you intend to move into the next life is beyond me. You will all have to go and live in a cave for fifty years. Well, except you," he says over his shoulder at me. I pull my face at him.
"I wouldn't mind going to live on a mountain somewhere. As long as it had cell reception," I say, and he snickers at me.
"This is an old photo," Sebastian says, wiggling his left hand about to indicate my hand bare of wedding rings. "We need an updated one. Smile!" he chirps as he takes our photo and holding my phone up to show us, he says, "Now that one I do like. You should put it on Twitter, captioned ‘Me with my sire after a night of sex and mayhem.’"
I snicker at him; I think I could like this man. I hope he sticks around long enough for us to get to know each other. In a sibling way, just to be clear. "I don't have a Twitter account," I say.
He looks shocked. "You don't? How about Facebook?"
I shake my head.
"Christ, how do you live in this world and not social network?"
"Oh, well I'll just ask my high school friends to follow me, shall I?" I snap at him.
He just rolls his eyes at me. "Did you even go to high school?"
"Yes, actually. Devon and I went back in the ‘80s. I had to go so I could get into Harvard."
"Oh, Jesus, I remember that. Your Madonna phase," CK chuckles.
"Hey, every woman in the world had a Madonna phase at that time," I say, affronted.
"True story," Sebastian says, all the while tapping into my phone.
"Erm, excuse me? That is quite the invasion of privacy," I snap at him, somewhat hypocritically, as I see what he is doing.
"Oh, please, I'm not interested in corporate secrets or your lewd affairs," he scoffs. "I was merely sending it to our sire so that he had a copy as well.” He throws me my phone back.
I stare at it like it has grown a head. “You searched through my photos?" I ask him in disbelief as I see my wallpaper picture is one of me and Cole, one that he would have had to go searching for.
"Well, I didn't think it appropriate to use the one of you and our sire, given your marital status. Better to use your actual husband instead of the substitute."
I gulp at his use of that word.