It's been three days.
I've left voicemails. Texts. Emails. Tristan hasn't gotten back to me.
He did manage to send a driver, although the freaking guy won't tell me a single thing about Tristan. I can't get anything out of him... And Tristan was also right about another thing. It's been three days and the paparazzi and reporters haven't stopped hounding me.
I'm eating a tomato soup in my office because of this bullshit. Bullshit I'm going through because I'm crazy about a man that's fallen off of the face of the earth.
My assistant, Michelle is sitting in front of me, reading off the information from meetings I've missed. I'm not even listening to her.
How could he just never call me? I mean, I've done nothing wrong!
"Earth to Genevieve."
I lift my hand off of my palm and straighten, nodding. "Yeah?"
"... Is it the gossip? I told Trevor to shut the hell up. He's just got a big mouth, don't let it get to you."
"Great, my own department is gossiping about me now," I mutter, shaking my head. "No, it's not that."
"I'm fine. I just dozed off for a moment. Keep going."
She toys with a pencil, pursing her lips. "Has- has he gotten back to you yet?"
I stare at her, hand on my spoon. "... No."
I pull on my sleeves, feeling a chill in the room as I force a nod and smile. She looks back down, reciting her notes and I feel myself tune her out again.
This isn't like him. I know it isn't.
"Your brother is on the line," Michelle murmurs. I hold the speaker button down, dropping my head. He's called three times already.
"Alright. Send him through, please."
"Okay." I sit back, waiting. My phone rings immediately and I answer, lifting the phone to my ear.
"Hi, Andre. Sorry, I've been seriously swamped."
"And you're sure you're not avoiding me?"
"No, of course not. I already told you what happened... I didn't know Tristan before Thailand- not that it's any of your business."
"Well, you know what? It is my business. My little sister is on every magazine in America right now, hated by everyone because they think she's torn apart some bullshit Hollywood couple! That she's some gold-digger!"
"... Well I haven't."
"You need to address this."
"Because I'm dating him." At least I think I am...
"I'm dating him. It would just look tacky to make a fucking twitter just to write about this. I don't need to defend myself to anyone."
"Well, maybe your boyfriend should do it for you."
"Don't do that, Andre. Don't."
"If the guy really cared for you, he'd know that you're not used to this."
YOU ARE READING
What do you do when disaster strikes? You survive. On the night before her entire life changes, Genevieve Harding was walking along the shoreline with a man she'd only just met. Tristan Maddox. A man who grazed the pages of the magazines and newspa...