Seven days.

One-hundred and sixty-eight hours since Davina had spoken a word to me.

Screw Davina! After that night, I spammed her phone with messages and calls, but nothing. Zero. Just silence. It was incredibly irritating how she shut me out like this. Had I done something wrong? Was she actually upset that night? Can't she tell I'm as hopeless as a fucking rock?

We had multiple schedules throughout the week, but every day, Milo would come in to say our plans were canceled. I knocked on her hotel door every day, hoping for an explanation to only be met with her housekeeper. Yesterday, I even went to the beach again to see if maybe she went over there.

But nothing.

It's like she disappeared into thin air and didn't have the decency to tell me anything? She isn't even my girlfriend, but she's driving my mind crazy. After seven days, I'm starting to get pissed at this silence bullshit!

My fingers constantly drummed on the counter, unable to keep my food down from how my stomach was reacting. What did she have on me to be so angry about? Our conversation at the beach didn't even make sense.

Her ivory cheeks were the brightest shade of pink as she subconsciously played with the sand between her toes. "If we were really dating, do you think it would've worked out?"

What the hell is wrong with her tonight? She's not acting like herself. Something must have happened. Was it Colton? Had he done something to make her act like a shell of who she normally was?

My heart bounded into rings of fire when her blue-green irises connected with mine. Suddenly, I felt hot as if I had already made my way to hell, and couldn't ignore the knots in my gut. Her eyes drew me in, which was shinning their usual deep oceanic blue color as they slowly searched for an answer in mine.

I had never really noticed before but the corners of her nose were scattered faintly with freckles. Were those cute freckles always on her button nose? This isn't good. I couldn't be thinking things like this when the girl I loved was over there. 

Frustration built in my chest. "Of course, there's no way it'd work out! To sum it up, you're just not my type, okay? You're ungrateful, rude, annoying, and bratty. There's hardly a sweet bone in your body unless you're benefiting from it. We'd probably fight all the time like we do now! For starters, maybe if you had some of Lana's traits then it could maybe work. I'm telling y-."

"Oh just shut up, will you? I get it! So just shut your fucking mouth!" She shouted catching my unphased ranting off-guard.

A century passed until she whispered, "I'm sorry."

What the hell had she met by sorry? We've had worse arguments and she never apologized to me till now. Out of frustration, I knocked my cereal box onto the floor causing honeycombs to slip out.

"If you're going to punch the cereal box then you better clean it. I'm not cleaning your shit," Welsey blurted, causing me to jolt from my chair.

It took a second for Welsey's statement to correlate in my head. "Don't worry."

Oddly, as my relationship with Davina gotten worse, Welsey had taken a change of heart. We weren't picture-perfect friends like in the beginning but he's coming out of his room. Though if I sat down on the couch next to him, he would shift over to the beanbag or anything else that kept him away from me.

But it was a start.

The suit I was wearing was as crisp as a new banknote and dyed to the uniform shade of bleak black. Underneath I wore a maroon-colored collared shirt with a matching bow to finish the package. Davina and I were supposed to go to a celebrities birthday party but with her track record, I'm sure Milo was on his way at any second.

Still, I spent an hour frustratedly fighting with my hair for not cooperating with me.

A knock on the door brought me from my drowning thoughts. With a sigh, I wandered over to the door and peeped through the hole to see Milo texting on his cell phone. Seems like another date night with my Xbox.

"Funny seeing you again, Milo," I sarcastically said.

"I'm glad to see you're ready," Milo replied with the clink of his gum.

Shock washed over my face. "Huh? We're still going?"

Milo nodded. "Yeah, Hailey is helping Davina to get ready and." He glanced down at his watch. "Shit you guys are already late so let's go to the car and wait for her there."

I blinked. "Sure, let me just grab my cell phone."

Quickly, I snatched my phone from the countertop and sneaked out before Wesley yelled at me about the cereal. Guilt passed through my body but I doubt Milo would've let me waste his precious minutes to clean a spill.

"So how's Davina?" I asked, closing the door behind us.

"Fine. She's been fairly quiet every time I go and see her." Milo flicked his phone as if he was on Tinder instead of working on his papers.

My lips pursed. "Oh..."

An hour passed and I wasted fifty percent of my battery. If the party was a bust tonight, I wouldn't have anything to fall back on at this rate. When the door creaked open, a tan, bare leg appeared before her whole body came in. Suddenly, my heart walloped around my ribcage as we were confined in this small space.

"Hi."

Her make-up was bolder tonight. Davina's eyelids sported a larger cat wing to enhance the smokey look which always managed to make her blue eyes pop. Instead of her usual smile, I was met with a deadpanned expression as her gaze fixated on the roads.

"Hey..." I breathed, the frustration spouting deeper from her ignoring me. "You could at least get in touch with me. Ignoring me is a little too harsh, don't you think?"

Her eyes flickered over to my side of the car. "Sorry, I just had a lot going on."

Her response couldn't be any more frigid.

With an exhale, I replied, "What are you so mad about? Talk to me, will you? If you don't tell me, how will I know?"

Davina played with the window button, clicking it up and down. "I'm not mad or anything."

"You don't seem in the mood for a party. Why are we still going?" I asked, observing her out-of-earth movements.

She swiped a lock of her hair behind her ear. "It's Ryler Carrington's birthday bash. We're supposed to be best friends so I have to go whether I want to or not."

My eyes widened. "Ryler Carrington? The girl who starred in that blockbuster film about those couples who have a disease?"

Davina nodded. "Yes, that's her."

Silence hovered over us like a grey cloud. It was draining any good spirit I had left which wasn't much, to begin with. Soon enough gigantic buildings, venues, and restaurants appeared on the streets capturing my gaze. The limo pulled up to a venue with a red carpet and a row of paparazzi.

The driver helped Davina out of the car, and I followed after, narrowing my eyes at the blinding lights. Dozen of celebrities were posing in front of the paparazzi with red carpet ranging thirty feet before it entered the building.

Davina strutted down the red carpet, stopping at the first cue, and smiled for her photos. Since I was too focused on her expressions in the car, I hadn't realized how unimaginable she looked. The wine red satin, silk fabric hugged her curves like a second skin which would only drive me mad with how good her ass looked.

A golden-chain necklace laid on the sweetheart neckline with a deep V-cut down to her breast which had my crotch fighting for air. A sexy silt crept up her right thigh, revealing just enough skin to tantalize when she posed.

The paparazzi kept screaming her name trying to get her attention for a better picture to sell. Davina looked natural in her limelight as if she loved getting her photos taken and soaking in all the attention.

"Ambrose, why aren't you taking pictures with your girlfriend? Are you guys fighting? Trouble in paradise?" A man with long black bread taunted, snapping pictures of the distance between us.

Davina swung around, nearly blinding me from her beauty as she waved for me to come. "Just stand there for a few pictures."

I nodded, wrapping my arm around her slim waist as I glanced into the cameras with the most authentic smile I could muster. However, it slightly faltered when Davina swayed away from my hold. But if I let my disappointment shine through then rumors would spread and everything would come crashing down.

"Shouldn't we pose more romantically? We are a couple," I whispered through my smile.

"A few pictures of us not cuddling together won't do anything," Davina replied, swinging her hair over her bare shoulders to model.

We must've spent almost an hour just posing in front of the paparazzi before we reached the red ropes with two buff guards. Davina snatched the purse from my hold and took the invitation to hand it over to the guards. The guard with a blond ponytail flashed a light over the invitation and sent a reaffirming nod to the other buzz-cut worker.

They placed a stamp on our hand before they pulled back the black drapes for us to enter through. Flashing rainbow lights came from the buzzing DJ in the middle of the venue, a checkered board dance floor was overflowing with sweating dancers, and the bars had strippers bouncing on them.

In the middle stood a picture of Ryler and an ice sculpture of her entire body. On the left side of the DJ stood a food buffet with workers ready to serve plates for us guests. Her gigantic Azul blue twelve-layer cake had the real-life Ryler posing pictures beside it. Her fluffy poodle was in her arms, looking frightened for its life with the blaring music from the DJ.

Davina grabbed a martini from a passing waiter and sauntered over to the food buffet. She chugged the drink in one gulp, cleaning the access from her lips on the back of her hand. Her eyes fixated on the grinning Ryler. Davina's frown grew deeper as if seeing her best friend was the worst thing in the world.

"Oh my god! Davina, is that you?" Ryler shrieked in her high-pitched voice as she ran over with her flailing arms.

"Hey, Ryler!" Davina's tone wasn't as enthusiastic as her best friend was. I'm sensing there's more to their relationship than meets the eye.

"Wow, you're stealing the limelight from me in this dress," Ryler stated, her eyes bulging from their sockets as she tugged on Davina's dress.

"Don't be silly, you're wearing a famous designer this is just something I picked up," Davina replied.

Ryler shrugged. "Maybe you should change."

Davina's eyebrow twitched. "Huh?"

Ryler started giggling like a schoolgirl. "I'm joking! Now, come let's take some sexy pictures together." 

She tugged on Davina's arm, dragging her over to the cake. Davina swung around and threw her purse in my direction which I luckily managed to catch.

"Holy fucking shit! Is that your boyfriend, Ambrose?" Ryler chewed on her bottom lip. "He's even hotter in person. You have to tell me your secrets on how to get a sexy man like him."

A crimson blush crept over Davina's cheeks if it wasn't for the flashing bright lights I might've not noticed it. "I'm sure he's flattered."

Ryler nudged her shoulder. "Why don't you let the boy speak for himself? He has two hot ass lips so I'm sure he could talk if he wanted to."

I cleared my throat. "Nice to meet you, Ryler. I appreciate all the compliments but I'm the lucky one for getting Davina to commit to me."

She giggled. "That's true! She loves sleeping around with everyone even the staff. It's hard to get this girl on a leash it's good to hear you guys are still together."

Davina rolled her eyes unaffected by her so-called best friend's comment. "Let's just get these pictures taken care of."

Since their significant height difference, Ryler rested her head on Davina's chest and Davina wrapped her arms around her best friend's frame. As her photographer positioned the camera, they both forced the brightest grins on their faces only for them to disappear once the flash went off.

"Alright, it was fun catching up with you." Ryler placed two kisses on Davina's cheek. "I have tons of people to socialize with so let's meet later on during cake? Don't be afraid to mingle I didn't invite Colton tonight."

"That's great to hear," Davina responded.

With a swing of a hair flip, Ryler strutted over to me, going on her tippy toes to place a soft peck on my cheek. Her hot breath lingered on my ear and I felt an odd wet sensation with a bit of teeth action on my earlobe.

"It was especially great to meet you," she flirted, hard.

Crimson blush washed over my cheeks from her expected wooing. "Same."

My eyes darted over to Davina standing in front of us, jaw ticking like a time bomb as she watched Ryler's every move. A sense of fire lingered behind Davina's gorgeous blue irises and I wondered what had her panties in a twist. Ryler waved her five fingers with a flirtatious wink before running off to another group.

Before I knew it, Davina had disappeared and wasn't standing next to the cake like seconds earlier. Even with heels, this girl could move faster than half the jungle if she put her mind to it. With a deep sigh, I roamed around the food buffet hoping maybe she checking out the selections and hadn't ditched me.

Yet, she was nowhere to be seen.

I drifted towards the middle of the venue where the checkered board dance floor stood with thousands of people rubbing their bodies against each other. It would be impossible to find Davina on the dance floor without getting smacked, hit, wet, and frustrated. Still, that didn't stop me from pushing everyone aside to search for her.

After failing to find her, I wandered over to the bar and order a whiskey as I examined the space for Davina. It shouldn't be this hard to find her; Just her dress alone was able to captive you to stare at her for an unhealthy amount of time. Maybe she didn't want shit to do with me and I was wasting my time seeking for her.

Guilt panged in the organ underneath my ribcage. Why does it feel so wrong to have her upset at me? She claimed she wasn't mad but her actions proved otherwise; I don't know what to believe anymore. I swallowed the whiskey in one go, feeling the burning sensation in the back of my throat.

Drinking wouldn't solve anything.

But after a few maybe I'll feel comfortable enough to go up to a celebrity.

Three drinks were enough to loosen the nerves and I went up to a group of frat-looking celebrities who were having a drinking contest. They weren't my cup of tea with their constant objection of women walking around us but I didn't want to seem like a loser alone at a table. Besides, they barely acknowledged me.

"Yo, Ambrose!" A slender face and rounded jaw, frame strong cheekbones, and blonde highlighter hair-- Jon Mckay, draped his arm on my shoulder. "You gotta tell us how good Davina is in my bed. I heard she has the tightest pussy but she wouldn't give me a chance to smash."

A blaze grew in my stomach and I wanted to punch the shit out of this guy for talking about Davina like that but I knew causing a scene would only get us in trouble. "I don't appreciate you saying these things about my girlfriend."

Another familiar-looking celebrity- Chase Matthews added, "Don't take it, serious bro! Davina is the hottest girl out there. How did you even get the nerve to talk to her, she has permanent daggers in her eyes."

"Why would I tell you guys? I don't want to give you fuel to try and take her away from me," I replied, a small smile sneaking on my face.

Suddenly, I choked on my water when I caught a glimpse of a wine-red satin dress a few feet ahead of us. Davina sat at a table with a martini in her hands, and God was it painful to see her laughing at this dumbass's joke.

My stomach sunk when she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. Why did she have to show up in front of me? I was doing fine. She finally withdrew from my thoughts, and I let myself loose. I promised I wouldn't waste another concern on her but it's easier said than done.

"Hey, Ambrose why are you letting your girlfriend smooch up to another guy?" A paparazzi asked, snapping photos of my tense demeanor and Davina freely flirting in front of us.

His job was to stir things up, I had to remind myself but Davina flirting in the open would wreck our agreement. Digging into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and checked the top trending on Twitter to see Davirose on the fourth spot. I clicked on the hashtag, seeing all the fans speculating over our lack of PDA on the red carpet.

This wasn't good.

"Maybe because I don't feel the need to control everything my girlfriend does," I responded, slightly pushing him back as I marched over to Davina.

Latching my hand around her wrist, I yanked her to the secluded hallway where the bathrooms stood. She fought against my grasp, and if I wasn't so fired up she probably would've been able to free herself.

"What the hell!" Davina raised her voice, jerking her wrist out from my hold and rubbing it.

Regret tugged at my heartstrings for being so forceful but I wanted to talk to her in private and she wouldn't come here. "Don't what the hell me! I can't take this anymore. We are the trending topic fans think we're separating. We better let the paparazzi see us act all chummy at least once."

My hands tugged at my gelled hair. "I know you don't feel up to it, but at least while they're out there, we should let them capture a picture of us."

Davina kept her head down as her eyes find me from the corner of her vision. "No. I'm through pretending to be close with you. I'm through with being your girlfriend."

Unexpected pain sliced through my chest with enough force to leave me stunned. Taking another deep breath, I stated, "Knock it off, will you? We're bound by a contract, this isn't just about us. Did you forget? If words get out that we don't like each other your career could be ruined and if that happe-."

Davina barely glanced at me as she stood up straight, her face blank of any emotion. "Oh, shut up! Don't act like my career is the reason you care, you just don't want to lose the chance to use me to get Lana. I just don't want to do it."

A frustrating hand rubbed my chin. "Why are you being so defiant about it?"

Turning to finally face me, her heated blue-green eyes narrowed on me with a mix of fire and torment. "I don't want to have anything to do with you now-on. I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want to be near you."

"Is that..." I stepped forward only to have Davina step a few feet back. "Is that why you've been ignoring me this whole week?"

"That's right. Me being your girlfriend? In your fucking dreams! You and I are just total strangers, aren't we? Our careers? Our situation?" Her fists balled against her hips as her scorching gaze burn bright while she scoffed a snicker. "Well, I don't care about any of that anymore!"

I jerked back as if I've been slapped by her words. All the air from my lungs rushed out.

Something inside me cracked. This was what she thought of our relationship? Nothing but strangers bound by a contract? My pulse pounded in my ears like a warning alarm as the repeat of her words flashed through my mind. We opened up to each other about our private lives, things we didn't have to share. I thought the past weeks, we've grown a deeper connection... but I was wrong.

A sharp burning traveled through my veins at the truth.

My vision went red and I snapped like a whip.

"Oh, is that right?" I scoffed. "Fine, I hear you loud and clear. Total strangers, right? There was never anything between you and me. That's what you're saying, right? I never once enjoyed hanging out with you. We haven't gotten closer and all my memories with you..." My word vomit was overtaken by the fury within me.

"They're completely fake, all of them. I'll bet that even when I shared private things about my family to you that it meant nothing and you hadn't really cared if I was hurting. Let's just forget about the lover's charade. It's almost six months if we lay low and talk with Milo, I'm sure we can have this whole thing erased and go back to how we were before."

Davina squared her shoulders and held her head high but her lips betrayed her, quivering even as she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. "I hate you."

Flashing lights swamped us in the last second of our conversation, getting shots of my shocked daze and Davina storming away. "Woah, I'm glad I had to take a piss or I would have missed the end of the conversation. Any thoughts, Ambrose?"

"Fuck off," I muttered before dashing into the bathroom and locking the door.

Squatting down against the door, I buried my face in my hands, hoping to hide the raw emotions creeping out.

Welll that blow-out didn't end well.... Ambrose really doesn't even understand how badly he hurt her... idiot lol.

Hope you guys enjoyed and can't wait to read your comments!!! Love ya!!!