Oh yeah, babe
Lie to meee
Lie to meee
You give it all away
So willingly
You spread your love like a fire, babe
You do it sooo easily
Three little words couldn’t mean less
Cut me a little deeper, babe
Burn me a little hotter now
Just say the words and lie to meee
Oh, you lie to me
Three little words
I love you
Damn my stupid heart
Damn my foolish thoughts
Lie to me
Oh lie to meee
Just say that you love me
One more time
Chapter 24
Jameson
Man. Peyton’s performance tonight was raw and emotional. I had tears in my eyes. She would have brought down the house if we had a live audience on set tonight. I had chills. The way she was looking at me, I felt that shit in my bones. Tonight, we are going to talk. It’s time we settle this shit. She needs to know the full truth of why I left. She’s going to hear me out even if I have to lock her ass up in a closet or tie her to a chair.
When we get back to the house everyone is out back by the pool celebrating and chatting. Peyton is surrounded by the other contestants. I want to pull her off to the side, but I need to be discreet about it. I don’t want them to think I am playing favorites or some shit. That’s how it will look to some once Harvey has his way and starts leaking about our past to the press. Once this show airs though, everything will change for Peyton. She’s about to become famous, and I will be damned if I let them change her like they did me. I know once I win her back, I’m going to have to share her with the world. I don’t know if I’m mentally prepared for that, but I know I will have to be.
I grab a water and hang back letting her talk and socialize. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s shaking her head and unable to take a compliment. I overhear her saying she doesn’t think tonight was a strong performance. The woman is crazy.
“I need to talk to you in private, Jameson. It’s important.” Fucking Viola.
“Not right now you don’t. There is nothing you need to say to me that can’t wait till later.”
“Why? So you can go chasing after her?” She motions in Peyton’s direction dramatically.
“Lower your voice,” I growl. “What I do or who I choose to spend my time with is none of your damn business. I told you to stay away from me, and I meant it. I don’t want anything to do with you. So, whatever you’re plotting or think you need to say to me just fucking don’t, alright. Just don’t.”
“Have it your way,” she sneers.