"What will it take?" I grabbed both his hands in mine and leaned against him. He has to be on stage in three minutes- I know but I don't care.
"Don't," he pushed me away again but not without giving me one last longing look.
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*****
We're in a hotel and I know he's here. I don't know how I know but I just do.
"He's here?" I finally asked Ash when we're in the elevator going up to the penthouse suites.
"Yeah," she replied shortly.
"Fuck," I said under my breath. I hadn't seem him in nine months. Not since the last meeting we had with our lawyers. I had told him if I walked out the doors he would never see me again, he had said nothing. "I can't see him Ash,"
"Don't worry," She took my hand in hers and for a second I caught a glimpse of my best friend- my former best friend before the elevator doors opened and she was back to being my ex husband's devoted manager.
We walked till she took me into a room with a large table in the center of it and a group of people sitting around it. I wonder what they were all doing there considering the fact that it was near midnight.
"Finally," A man in a black suit said and stood up, "My name's Daley, how are you dear?"
"Alright," I replied, "Why am I here,"
"Well," he motioned to an empty chair and I sat down. "It's complicated,"
"Okay?"
"You see when you and Colson got married we made you sign a contract if you remember?"
"You made me sign many contracts," I replied. Me and Colson had had our first fight as a married couple about how many crazy contracts I was made to sign- disclosure contracts, prenups and I don't even know what else.
"Yes well thank God we did," Daley chuckled, "We need you,"
"For what?"
"We need you back with Colson," he said and I almost choked.
"What?" Back with Colson?
"Before you object you need to know that you're legally bound to do this, you signed a contract."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I was so lost. Surely he didn't say what I think he just said.
"We need you two back together for the Europe tour," he said and all the heads turned to look at me. "You signed a contract according to which we can ask you to do this for his career even if the both of you aren't legally married to each other."
"This is bullshit," I told him.
"No Ms. Cabello it's not, we need the two of you to look like a couple to the public."
"You can't make me," I told him, he can't can he? Was this a dream? Had I had too much to drink and passed out in Antonio's car? Was Antonio a part of the dream too?
