“Josh.” I need his attention to focus on me, on us, and not the drama surrounding our lives right now.
When he looks at me, the trance that he was in is broken. A wicked smile dances over his lips as he grips my hip to pound into me. I cry out, only for him to slam his mouth down onto mine and swallow each one thereafter.
His thumb works magic over my clit as my nails dig into his shoulder, leaving marks that are sure to piss off his production crew. Breaking away, I lean back, giving him a different angle that has me screaming out when he hits the place that I need him to be.
“Oh God, Josh,” I cry out as I reach for him.
“Fuck, Joey. Ah fucking squeeze me, baby.”
The most intense, toe-curling orgasm washes over me, leaving me panting. It spurs Josh to move faster, his knees knocking into the cabinet below me. He grunts as he finds his release and collapses awkwardly on top of me.
“Was that make up sex?” he asks.
“I don’t know. We weren’t really fighting. I’m not sure what we’d call it.”
He kisses his way up my chest and finally to my mouth. It’s deep and hungry, leaving me longing for more. Josh helps me off the counter; my sweat-laden skin sticking to the cabinet is uncomfortable and I tell him that I’m going to shower.
The water is lukewarm when I step in and perfect. And when his arms encase me fr
om behind and he holds me to his chest with his mouth pressed down onto my shoulder, I feel him start to cry. I let him get it all out, under the mask of the water and do so without making him cry in front of me.
By the time we’re out of the shower and dressed, Matt is seated comfortably on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table. A bottle of beer dangles from his hand and if he is curious about what we were doing, he doesn’t hint at it.
Josh sits next to him, pulling me into his lap. I feel like a high school girl all over again visiting her boyfriend at his friend’s house, only that was usually done in a darkened basement with a purple light and those velvety Jimi Hendrix posters all over the wall. As I look around the room, it’s not a far cry from where I am now with the drapes closed tight. I crave the natural light and want to go outside, but I’m not ready. My experience with the media was not a pleasant one and I have a feeling things will only get worse from here on out.
Tomorrow will be bad enough when Josh returns to work and I’m stuck here with my thoughts, wondering what is happening. Jules was able to get on set and see him, and yet I can’t be there. It doesn’t sound right to me.
Matt finishes his beer, offering Josh one. He declines. It doesn’t go unnoticed that Matt excluded me and that honestly puts me on edge. I know he was in the room with Josh and Jules when the show ended and it makes me wonder if Matt is Team Jules right now.
I jump slightly when there’s a knock on the door and before we can react, Matt is yelling that he’ll get it. The hairs on my neck and arms stand straight up when I hear “Joshie” falling from Jules’ mouth. I attempt to move, but Josh clamps his hands down on my waist, holding me in position.
My eyes are fully focused on Josh and there’s a noticeable tick in his jaw. Someone told her where we are not so much the hotel, but the room—and I’m willing to bet it was Matt. The more I start to think about things, the more I’m wondering how much of this is a ploy by the people he’s paying to take care of him. First it’s his lawyer, Jason, with falsifying documents and now his agent. Shouldn’t they be protecting him?
I can’t even turn my head to look at her. She’s beautiful and ugly, and carrying my husband’s baby. I may have his ring on my finger, but she’s had him longer in all the other ways that matter. Is he going to wake up one day and decide that he wants to be with her and the baby, leaving me by the wayside? That’s my fear, and it seems everyone around him wants that to happen.
“Joshie,” she whines, making my insides turn.
I lean into him. “I hate that nickname.”
“So do I,” he mumbles back. “How’d you find out where I was?”
“I have my ways.”
Josh shoots Matt, who has now busied himself at the small dinner table, a glare.
“I doubt it. Who told you?”
And now I’m looking at her, analyzing her with her perfectly manicured nails, styled hair, and cute as ever baby bump. I’m green with jealousy that it’s her and not me.
“Doesn’t matter. We need to talk.”
He shakes his head. “I have nothing to say, Jules.”
“Well I do.” She looks at me and raises her eyebrow as if I’m in on some hidden secret with her. I stare back, trying to hold my resolve. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” I say pointedly.
“Josh, tell her to leave. This is a private matter. As I told Matt on the phone, you and I will discuss everything to do with our child together. She’s not to be involved.”