PICTURE OF TREVOR ON THE RIGHT >>>>>

MELODY'S POV

"Trevor stop being a pig!" I slap his arm and he grins at me with a mouthful of food. I grimace and cover my eyes. He chuckles and I try to kick him under the table.

"Oh come on Melody I was only joking." He laughs as he sips on his drink. I uncover my eyes and laugh with him. 

"Oh I know." I smirk at him and steal some of his fries. "I just wanted an excuse to hit you." He fakes an appalled look and slaps my hand away from his fries.

"I am quite disgusted with your behaviour young lady!" He scoffs and gathers up his food, as if to leave me here. He leaves a tip in the dish beside the register and walks out of the door. I stare at him shocked and he just walks back in the a big smile on his face. "I got you didn't I?" I pout and throw out my food.

"Very funny Trev." We walk out of the restaurant with our arms linked. "So tell me how've you've been these past 3 years. A lot must have happened for you." He looks down at me and smiles.

"Well my fathe- actually my company is doing well in the business world. I could bore you with the details but I doubt you would understand what I'm saying anyway." I nod my head in agreement and smirk.

"So tell me what's really going on with your life."

"Like?" We get to a crosswalk and wait for the signal to go.

"Like do you have a girlfriend? Are you happy? Where are you living? What is it like in New York? Do you think you will get married? How is life!" I catch my breath and he smiles.

"Alright let's start with the first question, do I have a girlfriend?" He pauses for dramatic effect. "Yes... well yeah I guess." I squeeze his arm happily and he laughs.

"Ok tell me everything! I want to know everything! How did you meet? Where did you meet? Do you like her? Do you love her? Does Jake know? Do your parents know?" Trevor covers my mouth with his hand and rolls his eyes.

"Slow down crazy!" He removes his hand and wipes it on his jacket.

"Hey it's not like I drooled on you." I put my hands on my hips and pout. He narrows his eyes and frowns.

"That pout can be very dangerous, you do know that right?" I automatically smile and walk ahead of him.

"So tell me about the girl." He sighs and gets a dreamy look in his eye.

"Her name is Kacey Barker. She was working as an intern for my company 2 years ago and... I don't know, there was just something about her. Maybe it was her smile, or the way she would laugh out loud. There were times when she would laugh so hard that she would snort and I liked it... a lot. I didn't pursue her then because she had a boyfriend, but I couldn't stay away from her either. I would have been shocked if she was single at that time. Her hair is golden and she usually wears it loose with these beautiful curls that bounce whenever she walks. She recently cut it short, much to my dismay but... it looks too perfect to complain. Her eyes are like emeralds and her lips... ahh." He pauses and smiles up towards the sky. "Her lips are soft and silky, but when she kisses... they're like sin. She is amazing Mel. Just amazing." He looks over to me and smiles a brilliant smile that leaves me a little weak in the knees.

"Wow Trev-"

"No I'm not finished yet. Her body is slim and perky, her legs go on for miles, and her voice is like angel's singing. She could make a paper bag look sexy without even trying. Oh but when she doesn't wear makeup! Damn! Her natural beauty is through the roof. It's astonshing! Last New Year's she was crying in the arms of one of the employees saying that her boyfriend dumped her. In any other circumstance I would have felt devasted for her, but instead I practically ran to her side to console her. I didn't care if I was her rebound, I just wanted to be the one to hold her at night. So when the clock struck midnight we kissed and made love till the sun rose. It was the greatest night of my life. Although she did run the next morning-" I laugh at his comment and he pinches my side. "Hey she wasn't running from me! She was running from my status, and understandably so. She had just been promoted to secretary and I'm, well I'm me. But she was worth the chase. It took me months to convince her to at least go to lunch with me." He laughs softly and unbuttons his jacket. "Now, although she wants us to take this slow, I couldn't be happier." We stop on by a coffee shop and I smile.

"After everything you've been through, you deserve happiness." He looks over to me with a sad smile on his face.

"I never thought I could feel this way after Emma... I never thought I would be allowed to love again. Kacey... she's my angel." I squeeze his hand.

"I may not have known her, but I know she is happy for you. You deserve to be out of misery and jump into the happiness you have found." I laugh at my comment and Trevor frowns. His mood changed so quickly I almost didn't catch it. His hand shoots up and he snaps his fingers. A few seconds later his driver appears beside us and I slide in with Trevor following suit. I strap myself in and wait for the car to move but Trevor still hasn't said anything. I look over to him to see his head hanging.

"Are you happy? Or are you in misery?" He asks me quietly. I know what he's asking and the answer is obvious, but, I also know the true answer he wants to hear and I won't give it to him.

"Of course I'm happy. I have the job of my dreams. I am rooming with one of my best friends, I have all of my debts paid off and I have a boyfriend that is-"

"Boyfriend?" His eyebrows shoot up in surprise and I take out my phone and show him a picture of Dean. He looks at it quietly.

"His name is Dean Collins and he is an old professor from my college. He is funny and smart and sweet and nice and caring." I smile while I say this but Trevor is still staring at the picture.

"Did you pursue him?" I look at him oddly and but he is still staring at the picture.

"What kind of question is that?" His head raises slowly but he's wearing a straight face.

"Did you pursue him?" I shake my head no and frown.

"He sought me out at my graduation and asked me to dinner. I was shocked and excited and had a huge crush on him. There was no way I was going to turn him down. He's a great guy." Trevor nods his head slowly and tells the driver to go. I sit back in my seat and sigh.

"Have you ever said that Jake was a 'great guy'? He looks out the window as he says this and I feel my temper begin to rise. 

"What does it-"

"Just answer the question Melody."  I sigh and clasps my hands together.

"No."

"But this Dean guy is a 'great guy' am I right?" I roll my eyes and rest my head on the headrest.

"There are many other words and phrases I can use to describe him Trevor." I close my eyes and count to ten so I can remain calm.

"I don't doubt that Melody. But out of all of those words and phrases you could have said you used a 'great guy'. So that brings me back to my first question, are you happy? Or are you in misery?" I open my eyes and glare at him.

"I said I am happy." He looks over to me with saddness in his eyes and it pulls at my heart.

"Yeah but do you mean it?" We arrive at my office building and the driver opens the door for me. I look between Trevor and the door and stay put. "It's making you think isn't it? Did you know Jake never touched a woman until recently. He just couldn't. I tried to get him to go out and mingle and on occassion he would stay longer than an hour but no more than that. He still hasn't..." I get up to leave and he grabs my wrist to stop me. He signals the driver to close the door and he does. I look at his hand grabbing mine and sigh.

"Alright get it out Trevor." He lets go of my hand and sighs deeply.

"There's nothing to say because it is quite evident that you've hardened your heart. Just know that you don't know all of the story... sometimes you have to stop playing the victim to be able to see the true motives." He knocks on the window and the door opens again. I can't help gaping at him. He's never spoken to me in that way before. His chin juts out towards the door as a sign for me to leave. I get out of the car and frown.

"I will be in contact with you and your company according to my desires for my party." He reaches into his suit jacket and hands me a card. "My cell is on there. Save the number and call me when you finish work." His face softens a bit and he smiles a little. "I'm really happy I was able to finally see you Mel. I didn't lie when I said I missed you" He looks me up and down and his smile widens. "You look beautiful. Make sure to stay in contact. I will be back in town within a week or so." His smile lowers and he signals the driver to leave. The door is shut and the car joins the traffic and is out of sight within a minute. I'm rooted in my spot for ten minutes before I snap out of my haze. My phone buzzes and I search my bag to find it.

New Message:

Unknown Number: I thought it would be faster if I just retrieved your number myself. Save it. And don't forget to call me later. Miss you already Mel.

-Trevor

I smile at the message and save the number. I assign his picture as the selfie we took in the restaurant and head back to work. As soon as the elevator opens Layla and Cam are waiting to pounce. Their questions are shot at me in a haste and I can barely keep up with anything they're saying.

"How was it?"

"He is gorgeous!"

"Was he mad?"

"Are you sure you didn't have a fling with him?"

"Did he bring up you know who?"

"Was that suit Armani?"

"Are you guys still friends?"

I finally reach my desk and collapse into my chair. They are still firing questions one after the other and I rub my temples in a pathetic attempt to soothe my oncoming headache. I sigh and open my emails to see the pictures Trevor and I took on his phone sent to me. I slowly scroll through each one, making sure to save them as I go. I don't realize Layla and Cam have stopped talking and are staring at the pictures in awe. Cam speaks up first.

"Wow his smile is gorgeous." I smile and use the picture as my desktop background. If I can come to work everyday and see that smile... it can make the day that much easier. I finish scrolling and go to the rest of my messages. Layla has taken seat on my desk and Cam pulled a chair over to sit next to me. Seeing that my messages aren't absolutely necessary to respond to, I lock my screen and turn to my friends.

"Alright, now that you guys have calmed down I will tell you what happened." They look at me with wide eyes. "We talked and reminisced. Then we ate and joked. Then we talked some more, he gave me his number and said to keep contact." I smile and they both narrow their eyes at the same time.

"That's it?" Layla says pouting. I give her a look letting her know I will tell her everything when we get home and she nods her head before excusing herself. Cam's eyes are still narrowed but he gets my drift and drops the subject.

"Fiine don't tell me everything." He pouts and then smiles again. "I am having a little party on Saturday and I would love for you and your delicious beau to come." His eyes sparkle with mischief and I smile back.

"Sure! Just tell me where it is and we will be there!" He takes my notepad and writes his address. 

"I don't mind if you're late... for the right reasons of course." He winks and wiggles his eyebrows. "But it would be preferred if you arrived around 7. By then most of the guests will have consumed enough alcohol to give us a show." I roll my eyes and take the paper.

"You know sometimes I wonder how your parents were able to deal with you." A message pings on my computer screen and I open the message to view it.

"Oh Melody they had no choice but to comply with everything I wanted. I was such a spoiled brat." He laughs to himself and walks back to his desk. I chuckle at his statement and turn to the screen.

Unknown: Hello there beautiful.

I frown at the message. No one should have access to this email unless I gave it to them. I take a deep breath and respond.

M. Peters: Who is this?

The sender doesn't respond and I get up from my chair and scan the office to see if anyone could be playing a joke on me. The majority of my co-workers are either on the phone with clients, in the boardroom with Miranda, or they are on their lunch break. I sigh and plop back down into my chair. I browse the internet and look up Trevor's work history for fun and take a picture of him cutting a rope to a new hospital.  

To Trevor: 2:14 p.m. - I love this picture! Did you fund the hospital or did they just like your pretty face?

2:15 p.m. Trevor - Very funny. If you must know that was the hospital I was born in. They had to do some reconstruction and I helped to fund it. :D

To Trevor: 2:16 p.m. -  Well aren't you the good samaritan! That's very sweet of you Trev :) I'm keeping this picture

2:17 p.m. Trevor - Don't get too excited over the picture. I'm much more fun in person ;)

I'm about to respond when the unknown messenger finally answers.

Unknown: You know who I am beautiful. 

M. Peters: Do I now?

Unknown: You dream about me every night ;)

Instantly I know this is Dean and I smile at his sneakiness. He always has a way of making my work day better. I lean back in my chair and smirk. Two can play this game.

M.Peters: Oh! How could I forget the one person that riles me up at night?

Unknown: Only at night? I should be in your mind all the time. 

M. Peters: Well you're going to have to work harder to get my attention ;)

Unknown: And what would you like me to do beautiful?

I pause and think to myself. Dean and I haven't done much kinky things with each other since we first started to date. I wouldn't mind shaking things up a bit. Besides this is a secure email... I made sure of that.

M. Peters: Send me a picture.

Unknown: Of what?

M. Peters: Of you silly.

Unknown: Of where?

M. Peters: That's for you to decide. 

My eyes scan the room for Layla and I see her in the kitchen. I wave her over to catch the conversation and she rushes with a big smile on her face.

"Why are you waving like a maniac? And will you tell me what happened with Trevor?" I cover her mouth and pull her to sit next to me.

"I just received a random message from an unknown sender. Took me a while to guess but I know it's Dean. Wanna be an amazing best friend and watch out for anyone. I may do a few naughty things." I wink at her and she raises her eyebrows.

"Oh? What has gotten into you?" I shrug my shoulders and unbutton my blouse.

"Something Trevor had said to me... well it got to me and it made me realize that I need to spice things up with Dean. I want to jump away from comfortable and take a dip in the dangerous pool." Lay looks at me curiously and bites her lip.

"So Trevor brought this on then?" I look over to the screen to see Dean responding.

"Yes and no. He just asked me if I was happy and of course I said yes, but he didn't seem too convinced. And then he said some other things about Jake that had me thinking. So I am doing something different." The message pings and I almost jump at the screen.

Unknown: Hmm alright then, tell me what you think of this then.

Both Layla and I sit at the desk anxiously waiting for the picture to be sent. The message pings and a picture pops up. We both suck in a breath. I open the file to be shown... a thumb. To say I am disappointed... ugh!

M. Peters: Wow you're thumb... sexy...

Unknown: You said I was to decide what to send.

M. Peters: Yeah but I would have figured it would be...

Unknown: It would be?

M. Peters: Well something different.

Unknown: Like?

M. Peters: Stop playing games with me D.

Unknown: D?

I sigh and cover my eyes. I will admit I was getting very excited to see something of sexual relevance just to be turned off by a thumb. I will kill him for this. Layla giggles beside me and I shoot her a glare.

"Sexually frustrated already? I thought you said he was an animal yesterday?" 

"He was but we won't be able to see each other for a few days because he has summer school to teach." I pout and button my shirt again. Layla just laughs and flicks the side of my head.

"You are too horny for your own good." I laugh with her and turn back to the computer.

"Well when you've dated the men I have... It's hard to be anything but." We both laugh louder and she goes to her desk. 

"I'll watch out for you love but you should be careful. Dean was smart to send that picture, if anything was hacked and leaked... well you know." I nod my head in agreement. 

M. Peters: Sorry for earlier I understand why you sent that picture. It's safer. 

No response.

M. Peters: Oh come on don't be mad I did apologize.

Still no response. 

M. Peters: Fine be that way. I have to get back to work anyway.

I'm just about to log off when he responds.

Unknown: I sent you a picture of my thumb because I want you to recognize every aspect of it. I want you to be able to know who I am just by looking at my thumb alone. I wasn't looking for sexual appeasement because I can and will get that whenever I want. Remember the picture and this conversation. I will be seeing you soon Melody.

I re-read the message 6 times before I take a picture of it and log off. Looking at the picture of Dean I have framed on my desk I sigh. I miss him already. After our crazy sex capade last night I woke up around 4 in the morning to find him on the computer. When I asked him what he was doing he hesitated before he showed me the screen. It was obvious that he closed the tab he had open to hide whatever he was actually doing. Instead he showed me some of his new assignments for his students and asked my opinion on the level of difficulty. We spent a few more minutes looking over his assignments before he turns to me sighing.

Flashback

"After tonight I don't know how I'm going to say this." I hold my breath in anticipation. He's never usually this serious and fear strikes through me. Maybe he is going to break up with me because of Trevor? How would I feel if he left me? Why would he even want to leave me? What's wrong with me? All of these stupid questions cause my heart to race. He looks up to me and pulls me into his lap.

"I meant for tonight to be romantic and special... I didn't mean to lose control with you." He rubs my thigh absent-mindedly. I'm completely naked while he is wearing his boxers. His hand nears my centre and I mew softly.

"What's wrong Dean?" He continues to rub my thigh and slowly caresses my nub. I bite my lip and hold onto his neck. He puts more pressure on me and slides his finger between my folds. "Oh!" I moan out my pleasure and he continues to rub it.

"You're so perfect you know that right?" He kisses my shoulder softly before he plunges a finger into me. I'm still a bit sore from earlier but I ignore the pain and throw back my head. Dean bites into my shoulder and licks the spot. He slips in another finger into me and pumps faster.

"Dean... I..." I gasp out.

"I love it when you say my name baby." He grabs my hips and pulls me to straddle his waist. I don't have to look down at his crotch to know he is completely awake now. "Damn it... I can barely focus when you're around." His fingers are like magic in me and I constantly moan his name. "Ugh- F**k this. I need you. NOW!" He pulls his fingers out and I lift myself off him so he can pull down his boxers. They barely get past his knees before he pulls down on my waist and plunges into me. "Melody!" Dean cries out my name and slams into me. My breasts are bouncing in his face and I can see his eyes greedily watching them. I push my chest into his face and he latches onto my nipple. His teeth graze it lightly before he bites on the areola. My legs are already aching but I know he doesn't want to stop. His eyes are closed as he continues to suck and thrust into me. I run my hands through his hair and grip it hard as he begins to recline in the chair to pick up the pace. His hips barely touch the chair as he pumps and pumps into me. My body is tired and aching and I'm already losing vigor. His arm wraps around my back and he thrusts into me squeezing his eyes shut. I hold onto his shoulders for support and he growls before he pulls out and squirts his release on my thighs and centre.

"I- I didn't mean..." He throws his head back gasping for air. "Maybe we should lie down." He craddles me in his arms and carries me to the bed. I groan and curl into a ball. Whatever he wants to tell me is obviously important if he wants to distract me with sex. I pout and hold myself as he brings a wet rag to clean us off.

"I'm sorry baby. I just... I'm going to miss you." My head shoots up and my eyes begin to water. He is going to break up with me! The tears are flowing before I can stop them and he stares at me. "Why are you crying?" He sits beside me and wipes me gently.

"What did you want to tell me?" His hand freezes and he sighs... again.

"We are going to be apart for a while baby. With all the classes I have to teach and... some things I have to take care of... We just can't spend much time together." I sniff quietly and turn my back to him.

"So you're leaving me?" In a spilt second Dean pulls me back to face him and grabs my face.

"I am never going to leave you. I love you more than I breathe. I'm just saying  I need time apart to get work done because you and I both know that we never get anything done. I mean other than sex and food. We need to take responsibility for our lives beyond each other. It won't be long baby I promise. Maybe a week or two at most. Then we can spend endless hours cooking and making love to each other." He winks at me and kisses my lips softly.

"Oh..." I smile and kiss him again. "I love you Dean. Nothing will change that." He gets into bed with me and holds me against his chest.

"Promise me that." I freeze and my heart thunders in my chest. I don't know why I'm feeling like this but it's like Deja Vu. It takes me a few seconds before I can calm down and respond.

"Of course." He kisses my head and falls asleep. While my mind is still buzzing. 

End of Flashback

Shaking my head and rolling my shoulders I push Dean to the back of my mind, dive into my work and call some companies and venues for upcoming events.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur. All I can think about is the messages between me and Dean. I think about calling him about it but I know he won't answer with the amount of work he has to do. When Layla and I finally get home I collapse onto my bed and fall asleep easily. The entire night is spent dreaming about that thumb.

The next morning I woke up to a message on my phone.

Unknown: Good morning beautiful. Did you dream about me?

I smile at the message and stretch. Running a hand through my tangled hair I get an idea and rush to fix myself up. I don't put on any makeup but I fixed my hair and put on my lace pjs.

M. Peters: Yeah :) I have something for you ;)

I take a picture lying on the bed in the lace undergarments with my hair perfectly sprawled on  my pillow. The picture sends and he responds immediately.

Unknown: Be careful what you send me.

I frown. I figured he would have liked the picture. It's better than a stupid thumb.

M. Peters: I thought you would have liked it...

Unknown: Oh believe me I love it. But it's a tease.

M. Peters: That's the point ;)

Unknown: When I see you I will punish you for this.

I already feel my insides stirring at the thought of him taking me in doggy style position and giving me a slap. Usually I'm not this rowdy but... for some reason I want this.

M. Peters: What kind of punishment?

Unknown: What would you like me to do to you?

M. Peters: Spank me.

M. Peters: But not too hard... you know I can't take pain like that.

He doesn't respond so I take the time to get ready for work. When I'm just about to leave he messages me.

Unknown: You've changed a lot. It seems the time apart from me has made you grow in more ways than one. I like it... no I love it. I miss it. But I will do as you've requested.

M. Peters: Of course I've changed. I had to change. But I'm glad you like it. Keep the picture ;) it should keep you happy for a few hours.

Unknown: It's already saved as my laptop background. I will message you again on your lunch break. Maybe I will send you something too.

M. Peters: ... I miss you.

Layla and I leave the apartment together and arrive at work 15 minutes early. When I get to my desk I am greeted to a bouquet of blue roses. There's no note attached but I already know who it's from. As the rest of the co-workers begin to file in they all awe and ask if Trevor sent me the flowers, in which I roll my eyes and remind them that I do have a boyfriend. When I log into my computer I am greeted to a message from him.

Unknown: You have know idea how much I've missed you Melody. Everyday has been torture without you. I crave you. I love you.

M. Peters: I love you too... so much.

Unknown: Until lunch beautiful.

I feel like a school girl as I read our conversations over and over again. I've never felt so giddy about someone before. I mean yes Dean and I have only been apart for like a day, but it feels so adventurous to have these kinky conversations. Cam comes behind me and peaks over my shoulder.

"Mmm here are the naughty messages you've been having with Trevor. I knew it!" I roll my eyes and close the conversation.  "Is that like a chat site or something?"

"No it's my personal email. And it's not Trevor it's Dean." I move the bouquet to the corner of my desk and smell them one more time. Cam's eyebrows shoot up and he's about to say something but I beat him to it. "These are also from Dean." He closes his mouth and pouts. He sits on my desk and blocks my view of the monitor.

"Alright 2 things. 1. If that is Dean then why does it say Unknown? And 2. Why the flowers? Did he get you mad? Was he not good in bed?" I hit his leg and scoff.

"It says unknown because it adds to the mystery and makes it fun. And no he didn't do anything wrong. He's just being sweet because we won't be able to see each other for a while." I smile saying this and text him good morning. I mean we may have already said it but there's nothing wrong with saying it again.

9:13 a.m. Dean: Good morning baby. Sorry we barely spoke yesterday I was swamped.

To Dean: 9:14 a.m.: No worries I got your messages louder and clear.

9:14 a.m. Dean: Messages?

To Dean: 9:15 a.m.: ... Never mind! I miss you.

9:15 a.m. Dean: I miss you too baby. Have to go now. Hopefully talk to you later.

Our conversation leaves me a bit confused. Why would he question the messages? Maybe he's just adding to the unknown facade. Yeah he's just creating more of the illusion of the unknown. I shake my head in agreement and look up to a confused looking Cameron.

"What's up with you?"

"Did your beau just say he didn't send the messages?"

"Well he was being inconspicuous about it. Why?" Cam's eyes narrow before they lighten up and he warily smiles.

"Nothing hun. Nothing at all." He then gets up and heads to his desk as if nothing happened. As soon as he leaves I jump back onto the computer and read the conversations again. After the sixteenth time of reading it over I close the screen and meet with Miranda. I find her in her office talking on the phone to Trev's assistant.

"Yes I understand that but your boss does understand that what he is requesting is near impossible right?" Miranda pulls at her hair and motions for me to come in.

"Well that's fantastic but I don't think the attitude is necessary." I sit on the side of her desk and begin to reorganize the mess on it. She nods her head in appreciation and makes a motion at her head, "shoot me".

"Ok. Alright. Ok. Well can I speak with him about this? Ok then can my associate speak to him? Yes Melody. Ok one moment." She looks at me with wild yet tired eyes and hands me the phone. "Please talk to him about this expenditure." I look over the files and laugh.

"Trev?"

"Hey Mel!"

"Trev what the hell is this car show you want? I'm pretty sure half of these cars don't even exist!" He laughs on the other end.

"Yeah I know I just wanted to rile up your boss. Is she fuming?" I chuckle with him and look over to Miranda, the poor thing looks like she is going to pass out.

"Yeah she looks terrible. I hope you're happy."

"Of course I am!" He laughs a bit more before his voice gets serious again. "But enough of that. The rest of the things I have listed are necessary. I want this to be a black tie affair. And I want only the best. The fountains, the girls that wear food all of that!" I can just see his goofy smile.

"We will do our very best to make this birthday memorable for you Trev."

"Trust me, having you there will make it the best birthday I've had yet. I miss ya kid."

"Miss you too Trev. Talk to you later."

"Bye." I look over to Miranda and she's sleeping on her desk. I lightly tap her shoulder and she moans and turns her head to face me.

"Oh hey Melody thanks for dealing with that. I know I can get him everything else on the list, but damn it, that stupid car show threw me for a loop!"

"He's annoying like that." She sits up and fixes her hair.

"I want you to work side by side with me on this Melody. I can do all of the hard work and of course I will teach and depend on you for a good amount of the work too. But you're job will mainly be keeping the Prince happy. Sound fair?" A huge smile spreads across my face as I nod my head wildly.

"Great then you can get started on securing the venue. Use your amazing persuassive skills and get everything he wants. I'm sure it won't be too hard all you'll have to do is mention his name. Then tomorrow till Sunday we will be in New York heading to different shops and vendors to acquire everything he needs. His birthday is July 7 and his party will be the same day, which lands on a Friday. We have 3 weeks to create the best birthday bash New York has seen. Got it?" I can't stop nodding my head like an idiot until something she said stops me.

"... wait we are going to New York?" She nods her head and opens her laptop.

"We leave at 10 on Friday. I'll book the tickets now. Pack professional yet sexy clothes. And make sure your man candy isn't too upset at having you away for so long." She winks at me and turns to her laptop. "That's all Melody. Get to work." I turn around and head to my desk in a haze. If I go to New York then Trevor will tell Jake and if Jake knows I'm there then... well there's no hiding from him. I get an instant message from Miranda.

Miranda T.: Tickets are booked! Guess who's going first class!

Melody P.: Yay.

I sigh and get to work on the venue, but in my mind all I can think about is the terrible fact that I may just see Jake again... and it's much sooner than I hoped.