[ON HOLD] Kiss, Kiss, Hush, Hush [Ryan Lochte]

One Night Only

I strutted catwalks, posed in magazines and mingled with celebrities. But not once have I ever found myself tangled in a web of lies.

A few days ago, I found myself underneath Ryan again. My legs were open and he had me screaming his name, and we weren't even in the bedroom. A few weeks ago, I had Giuseppe attempting to make up for all the dates when we were apart. And since the events after Gemma's party, I was no longer talking to either one of them.

I woke up after that party at someone else's bedroom, and that person was neither my boyfriend or the guy I banged on the side. I felt so disgusted with myself that I lied to the two men who vied for my attention and told them I flew out somewhere, and it seemed like the rower thought I went on a frenzy while the swimmer thought I went after the rower. But honestly, I went and locked myself in a hotel without any forms of contact just to get my head cleared, and the only reason I checked out of the hotel was because I had an important photoshoot and my agent continuously bugged me like there was no tomorrow.

"What am I doing, Vincent?" I groaned as eye bags slowly formed under my eyes, and there was no hiding the fact I stayed up most of the night too.

"Don't fucking ask me." My best friend snorted as he patted powder on his nose as we waited for the make up artist and crew to arrive in my dressing room. "I have nothing to do with your stupid decisions. I already fucking told you not to go on with the swimmer, and yet, your stubborn ass is still at it like one horny-" His mouth quickly shut, pursing them tight as the doorknob wiggled and in came four to five different people.

I could only sigh.

I really didn't know what to do. When I wasn't with Giuseppe, I was with Ryan, and when I wasn't with Ryan, I was with Giuseppe. Both of them vied for my attention, yet one had the complete romantic approach while the other went all cowboy on me. But truthfully, I loved both their attention. And if I was asked to choose, neither one of their names would come out of my mouth.

"Blue, we're expecting you to be done in 20 and dressed for the shoot," My Agent, Ross, entered with his moleskin notebook and fancy black pen. He scribbled notes and gave me a stern look through the mirror, he slightly furrowed his brows as he added, "Blue, why the hell have you been staying up again? If it's because of that boyfriend of yours, I'd expect better from you than to chase some lad."

"I'm not," I lied once again as I kept my eyes closed while people did their magic as I could hear Vincent snort beside me and mumbled something under his breath.

Ever since Giuseppe left me at that party, he never called or found ways to contact me, and whenever I tried, he never picked up or replied. Then when I attempted to get a hold of Ryan, he did the exact same thing, although, last night, he called me out of the blue and told me he wanted to get his act together and get stuff sorted with Caroline. And my heart sank so low, I've never felt so lonely.

"So, about London..." Vincent innocently brought up the topic again. He'd always wanted to go, but his agent barely made him go out of the country due to his attraction for scandals, and once caused a media frenzy when he was caught with another male model. So London wasn't anywhere near his future. "It's in a week right?" His voice trailed. "I know you won't take me, but at least do me a favor."

"Shoot."

"Well, since you're stuck in a shitty hole, why don't you promise me to fix yourself before you go?"

My right eye peeked open as the other one was worked on. I looked at him, dressed in his labeled fashion, his leg crossed over the other as he tap, tap, tapped on his phone. "How?" I asked, hesitant to hear his suggestions.