*Trisha*

Call me crazy but I'm not giving up on Nate. He needs to get his mind off Moretti, and I know just how to do it. And to be honest, I'm enjoying every second of this time with him. No, I didn't tie him up or have sex with him last night. Nate was too emotionally drained, and by the time we got back to the hotel, I was too tired.

I wake up early and look over at the sleeping man, lying on his side, facing me. His hair is a mess over his forehead. Lips parted the tiniest bit, breathing heavily in a sound sleep. No shirt on. The blankets are all pulled to my side, leaving him with just the white sheet barely over his black boxer briefs, showing the Calvin Klein label. I can't help but study him for a minute. His muscles, a little light brown chest hair. He looks so damn hot right now. I want to kiss him. I feel a slight aching and turn away because Nate needs his sleep. But due to what I'm feeling right now, letting him sleep doesn't last long.

I roll back over and run my fingers through Nate's messy hair and then inch closer until my lips are on his. I kiss the corner of his mouth, and he stirs a little. With his eyes still closed, his lips come to life, and he responds by lightly kissing me back. He pulls me in against his body, and I feel him harden against my stomach.

"Mornin." I whisper right as Nate rolls on top of me and begins kissing my neck.

"Mornin." He repeats, yet to open his eyes fully. He hikes up my shirt a little and grabs my hip with one hand, letting out a little groan when he doesn't feel any underwear. Nate knows I don't wear underwear to bed.

The next thing I know, Nate's underwear is off, and he's inside me. He's slow and lazy with his thrusts while his head is in the crook of my neck. I orgasm underneath him even with the slowness of it all, and Nate lets go inside me with a drawn-out groan just minutes later.

"Why'd that feel so good?" I gasped while he rocks into me a few more times.

"Not sure." He whispers and presses his lips to my neck.

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*James*

"While America's voice contestant is currently at The Avalon due for her mental health issues and drug addiction, fiancé or shall we say ex-fiancé? America's heart throb Nate Hollan was seen here at the famous spa with supermodel Mila Giovanna."

The TV blares in the den, catching my attention while Jennie helps me get dressed for the day.

"Seriously??" I walk into the room and hear the news about Nate and Mila and suddenly feel sick to my stomach.  "Jen, can you text Trisha for me?"

"Of course."

"Ask her if this is fake news or if Nate is really messing around with Mila again for me, will ya?" I pull up my running pants by myself and sit down on the pull-out couch so my sister can help me get my sneakers on. Of course, I have to remind her I need help first. Once she gets the hint, she is right on it.

Trisha responds instantly.

"Fake news. Trisha said they just happened to be coming out of the spa around the same time. The Paparazzi made it out to be something it wasn't." Jennie reads the text, and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh good. I hope Julia knows this." 

"I'm sure Nate told her right away." Jennie says before we walk downstairs. She lets the dog out and starts breakfast for me. 

"Are they even still together?" Jennie asks, continuing the conversation while scrambling eggs.

"Nate and Julia? I mean, I think so. I guess I don't know for sure." I have been wondering the same thing but don't want to bring it up to Julia and feel weird asking Trisha. I know how Trisha feels about Nate. The same way I feel about Julia.

"I betcha they aren't a thing anymore. He'd be right by her side while she's in the Avalon if so."

"Not necessarily. His tour was planned years in ad-advance. It's not something he can just cancel. Tickets have been sold and stuff. It's his job."

"But is his job worth it? If he really wanted to be with her, he would." 

"Why are we even talking about this?" I furrow my brows at my sister.

"What? Please tell me you don't still have feelings for Julia....like that I mean...."

I don't say anything, and that answers Jennie's question right there.

"You're nuts, you know that, Jamie?? You could have any woman in the world, and you choose the broken one to fall in love with."

"What can I say. I like a challenge." I smirk, trying to make light of the conversation. "Anyway, you're one to talk. I don't even wanna hear it.  I've seen some of the jerks you date. People like...Dave Brennan..."

"Hey. I had no idea the guy was a wifebeater, ok? He certainly wasn't given off those vibes. And he was once your friend growing up. Was he not?" My sister raises a brow at me while putting my breakfast down in front of me.

"We are NOT friends. I can tell you that much, Jen."

"Anyway, am I bringing you to the Avalon today?" She asks while helping me position my fork the correct way. I begin eating and think for a minute. I want to see Julia. I always want to see Julia. But that place creeps me out.

"Not today." I respond and immediately feel bad, but the truth is, I just don't have it in me today.

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*Trisha*

Nate had an interview earlier today, which went exceptionally well.  He didn't let the fake news about him and Mila get to him and put the rumors to rest right away. The reporter then went on to focus on talking about things Nate loves.  Music, songwriting, his tour. So, I wasn't surprised he was in such a good mood after.  I made up some dumb excuse to Jonah and Casey about needing to have a meeting with Nate, and we quickly left the Rec Room and headed to our tour bus. Even though we had sex first thing when we woke up this morning, the minute I locked the tour bus door, Nate had me up against it while pushing my skirt up, wanting more.

And I was more than happy to oblige. Ok... I may or may not have initiated it, but Nate quickly took over, and it felt SO good.

Afterward, we lay naked together on the couch, knowing we still have a few hours before tonight's concert.

"We need to stop doing this." Nate announces with his eyes closed.

"Why? You're not with Julia, and no one else needs to know." I turn to lay on my side and face him.

"Because I AM with Julia. Or... trying... and once home, I want to focus on her and only her. I want to marry her, Trisha."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, right now we're not home. We're in Dusseldorf. And you can't go two hours without action so.."

"ME?? YOU came on to ME!" He laughs loudly. "If I do recall, we left Jonah and Casey at the Rec Room of the Venue for a "meeting" and locked the tour bus door."

"It's a stress reliever. You are stressed. When we go back home, I won't give you the time of day, sound good?" I straddle him on the couch and begin kissing his neck again, but my phone goes off with Fireman Noah's name.

"Oooh, I gotta get that." I jump off Nate to answer my phone.

"You're all over the place, lately."

I shrug as I grab my clothes and head to the bathroom while chatting with Noah.

I could get used to this kind of attention from hot men such as Nate and Noah. It's not like I haven't gotten this type of attention before, but as I get older, it's nice to know I still 'got it'.

Of course, the conversation is short thanks to Leslie calling me on the other line wondering where the hell I am.

"Ugh. I'm sorry, Noah. Nate's tour manager is calling me. I gotta go. Call me later?" 

We hang up, and I quickly get dressed to be Leslie's slave for the rest of the day. She tires me.

****

"This news is getting old." Nate clicks off the TV that's still talking about his Mila Giovanni fake news in the rec room and closes his eyes. He looks tired. He put on such a great show tonight, but then after, two fans who won backstage passes got to hang out with him here in the rec room for about a half hour. The local news and radio station filmed the encounter, and Evan did a fantastic job as a bodyguard. Although I could tell Nate was tired, I don't think anyone else could. He's a good actor when need be, and the fans were just what he needed to remind him why he does what he does.

"That was so much fun to watch, Nate." Leslie sits across from Nate while we go over the upcoming schedule. I tried to call Noah, but his screaming baby nephew wasn't having it, and he was trying to help his sister by taking the baby so she could sleep a little.  We ended up calling it a night, so I went back to the table with Nate and Leslie. 

"You really are great with your fans." Leslie continues with whatever conversation she was having with Nate.

"Lots of practice." Nate gives Leslie a million-dollar smile, and I notice his eyes drop down to her legs when she crosses them.

"You're such a guy." I roll my eyes at Nate after Leslie leaves the room to take a call.

"What? I can't help what I see." He leans back in his chair and laughs. "You can't deny she's hot. I can't help it she flaunts it." He shrugs.

"You have a thing for brunettes, don't you?"

"Nah, it's not the color of your hair I'm looking at, Darlin." He teases while checking his phone. Probably checking to see if Paul updated him on Julia or something. "We should wrap it up before Jonah has to carry her to the tour bus."

I look over at what Nate is looking at to see Casey out cold on the couch. She's had it for the day.

"I've got her." Jonah stands and scoops sleeping Casey in his arms, and I can see the way Nate frowns a little seeing that. He drowns because Casey is a mini- Julia all the way, and it just makes him miss Moretti even more.

No matter how hard I try to get his mind off Julia, it always gravitates right back to her by the end of the day.

Nate is crazy for Julia, and I don't know what else to do to change that.

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