During the night, I feel the bed dip in behind me. Slightly opening my eyes, I turn on my side to look behind me. Stephen's figure gets into bed behind me. He snuggles close to me placing one arm around my waist, and the other slips underneath my head. He pecks my cheek pulling me up against him.

Turning back around I lay back on my pillow. Looking at the alarm clock on the stand, I see that it's 3:43am. "Elijah?" I whisper loud enough for him to hear.

"Hum?" He nudges his head into the crook of my neck.

"Why did you talk to Kyla about our first time together?" Shifting behind me, I turn around facing him. He sits up in bed, and turns the light on. I sit up in bed turning towards him.

"What?" He shout confused.

"Kyla, told me so don't play dumb. Why are you even talking to her about that? And me being submissive in bed. That's suppose to be between us." I explain glaring at him.

He sighs shaking his head, and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look, we were just hanging out. Yes. I told her, but she's your best friend and I thought you told her everything."

Getting more annoyed I turn back around, and lay back down. He grabs my arm turning me onto my back.

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have told her. I promise anything related to us won't be discussed." He moves his face close towards mine kissing my lips.

I don't response to him turning my head to the opposite side. "I'm happy you and Kyla are friends. But I'm not comfortable with you two hanging out all the time." I frown.

Grabbing my chin he makes me look up at him. "I know. And I get how you feel. So, if you really feel uncomfortable, I'll only hangout with her when your around." Smiling I cup his face pecking his soft lips.

He pulls away smiling back at me. "I'm tired. Let's go to bed." Nodding my head, I turn back on my side. He moves behind me into a spooning position. Soon all I hear is Stephen's soft snores. I could tell he was really tired. I close my eyes falling asleep too.

A month and two days later, I sat in the kitchen on Stephen's laptop. I was looking for an affordable apartment near the city area. I wanted to be close to my job. I had saved some money from work, and had some money from my savings from my job when I was living in New York.

I had even called up a couple of places, but some of the Realtors didn't speak English. If Stephen was here he could have helped me, but then again he probably wouldn't. He was against me moving out.

*Flashback*

Last week, Stephen took me to a public event with him. I was hesitant at first, because people still didn't know how I looked. But me being the supportive girlfriend I am.

I went with him. It was a mixture between good and bad, but it was an amazing experience. I mean they were very supportive of Stephen's relationship, just not with me.

They so called 'Shipped' him with Irina Shayk, another model who he's been working with. I could understand. They had a lot of great chemistry on camera. I had to admit I was jealous, and a little angry. But I was the woman he came home too, and the one he slept in bed with.

I did have my suspicions with Stephen being around other women. But I knew it was all part of his job. The event was part of Stephen's agency to promote their models.

He had got a job from one of the designers to model for his clothing line. I sat at a table sipping on my glass of wine. I was in fact uncomfortable, and out of my element but I endured it. My hair was styled straight, and I wore a red evening gown that Stephen had picked out.

When I finished off the last drop of my wine, I take out my phone from my clutch bag. I text Kyla trying to kill time until we left, but I knew that was no time soon.

You: Hey!

Bestie💖: Hey girly! I thought you were out with Stephen at his event.

You: I am. Stephen, ditched me he's off mingling with people. It's fine. But do I regret coming? Kind of. I'm trying to be a supportive girlfriend, but it's not like anyone cares. They think I'm unfit to be his girlfriend. You should have saw their faces.😥😫

Bestie💖: Aww. _____, don't let them put you down. Stephen isn't perfect himself. You think they accepted him at first? No. Agencies at first weren't looking for models with his look. They wanted clean cut models, but look at him now. Look, you two make the perfect match, regardless what anyone thinks.😡😊

You: 😞 Your right. I guess am just letting them get into my head.

Bestie💖: Damn right I am! You are beautiful. Stephen wouldn't have hit that if you weren't. Plus he even made you his. So, get your pretty little ass up, and go socialize. 😉😏😂

You: Sometimes I think your secretly Bisexual. I will love you regardless, but seriously. 😂 love ya though.

Bestie💖: Oh shut up! Go! Bye girly.😝

That night I made the best of it. I socialized with people, and even got a few cards. One woman offered me a job to try modelling at her agency. I told her that I would think about it.

*End of flashback*

Closing the laptop I get out of my seat. I grab my phone walking towards the backyard. I slide the door open walking towards one of the chairs. I sit down staring out at the rest of the yard.

Stephen's house was truly beautiful. I would have never thought I would be staying in a house like this in a million years. I was never one of those girls who were into materialistic things, but this was nice.

Breaking me from my thoughts, I hear footsteps in the house. I turn around in my chair looking into the house.

Stephen's figure comes into view, he goes into the refrigerator grabbing a bottle of water. He turns around, and spots me outside.

I turn around facing the back of the yard again. I wasn't mad at him, but I was honestly getting tired of being home.

Work was going fine, and I enjoyed working there. But ever since people found out about me going out with Stephen all hell has broke loose.

Women, girls, boys, and guys of all ages have been just coming into my store to ask me questions about Stephen or take pictures with me.

It was very overwhelming, and awkward. I did appreciate that some people supported our relationship, but the harsh questions people asked about our relationship was quite rude. Feeling a presence behind me, my body tenses up. He walks around me taking a sit in front of me.

He was dressed in all blue today, Stephen never failed to impress me. He looked good in anything you put him in.

"Apartment hunting still?" He eyes me crossing his arms over his toned chest.

"....Yes." I look down biting my bottom lip avoiding his stare.

Sighing he sits forward in his chair. He grabs either side of my chair pulling me towards him. The chair screeches on the concrete ground. When I'm finally in front of him, he closes his legs around my close ones. He grabs my chin tilting it up. I meet with his green intense stare.

"Let me ask you a question, mi amor." Staring into his eyes I nod my head for him to continue.

"Why don't you want to live with me?" He asks me.

Stephen already knew why I didn't want to live with him. There was always that thought that we might not work out, and I would be stuck living with him.

It was already awkward between us now. I mean we tried communicating like we talked about last time we had an issue. But things were still going downhill.

We still haven't had sex, and we hardly hung out as a couple. Honesty, I wish we could go back to texting. At least he was the Stephen I fell in love with. But that was long gone, and there was no turning back.

"I told you why already. Can we sto-" Cutting me off he holds a finger to my lips.

"Your my girlfriend, _____. I love you, and I know things haven't gone as you expected. But things are gonna get better I promise." My heart felt as though it swelled. I knew he was trying, and I just maybe needed to give us living together a try.

We found each other for a reason, and I couldn't lie I was in love with him. I felt like a teenager drunk off puppy love. I knew that was my reason for going through with everything thrown at me.

Removing his finger from my lips, I move forward in my chair pecking his lips. I pull away smiling at him. Opening his eyes he smiles back at me. "I love you too, Elijah."

He gets up from out of his chair, and stands up in front of me. Bending down he grips both sides of my waist. He picks me up from my chair, throwing me over his shoulder. "Elijah!" He just chuckles, and smacks my ass. I gasp glaring at his back.

He walks out of the backyard back into the house. I sigh letting him take me to where ever. I was liking the view though.

His ass in these jeans were looking good. Moving my left hand, I grab his ass giving it a firm squeeze. Stopping in his tracks in the living room, his body tenses up underneath me.

Feeling him shift I look up to see him staring at me. "What? What did you expect?" He just sighs, and continues towards the bedroom.