𝒯𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝒾𝒻𝑒

Capitulo 18

He grabbed a hold of my hand, I'm assuming for appearance purposes and led me out to where everyone was waiting in the common room. "Len, you already know my Dad. This is Elaina, his publicist."

"Nice to see you again Mr. De Loughrey, and it's nice to meet you Elaina." I gave a soft smile.

"Lennox, there's no need for formalities. Relax! Have a seat." Niall waved me off, gesturing towards the coach.

I took a seat next to Beckham who took it upon himself to wrap an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. Causing my long legs to drape across his lap.

"You two are just the cutest!" Elaina beamed, before taking a photo of us with her phone. "This is for my records. Now during the interview no one is going to care for boring details regarding how you met. They're going to want stuff that's juicy! Both of you made national headlines this year. Granted for very different reasons..." She trailed off.

There was an awkward silence in the room and I couldn't help but laugh. I'm sure every thought I would be upset by her alluding to what happened to me this year, but she was also alluding to Beckham's sex tape. That shit was hilarious.

"You means his sex tape, oh my god. Did you see it? The poor girl rolled off the bed!" I tried to contain myself but I ended up laughing even harder. She fell off the bed, just picture that mentally. It's hilarious.

Niall shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat. "Let's maybe not mention the sex tape during the interview." Eliana shook her head.

"Absolutely not, it is definitively going to come up so it needs to be addressed. There's no point in trying to pretend it didn't happen. You need to figure out how to spin. Lennox is funny, and humor is a great way to ease tension. So if someone were to ask you about Beckham's performance in bed—"

"—Thats already been asked and answered, theres a first hand account on Twitter." I shrugged my shoulders. 

"That's  kinda inappropriate." I raised my eyebrows at Beckham, he has a hell of a lot of nerve referring to anything I say as inappropriate.

"That's perfect, actually. Now Beckham should follow up with something about how since dating Lennox he's a changed man. Not ashamed of his past but acknowledges that he behaved immaturely and now is opening a new chapter in his life.. Speaking of... What have you two talked about regarding the future?"

Now it was my turn to clear my throat and shift uncomfortably in my seat. I know where this is going, I know we're headed for engagement. However, the timeline that I had agreed upon with Beckham. It wasn't this fast.

"Len and I are taking things slow. We're young and we're not in a rush. We have time, so we'll see what the future holds for us when we get there." He squeezed my shoulder softly.

I smiled softly and placed a kiss on his cheek. The rest of interview prep went smoothly. Which was expected, we've sort of perfected this whole real/fake couple thing. As for Beckham and I, I really don't know where that's going. We are twelve different kinds of dysfunctional. We said our goodbyes to Niall and Elaina and confirmed the date of our interview before walking them out the door.

"How do you feel about going out tonight?" Beck's voice broke me from my thoughts.

"Honestly.. Not interested. I'm still kinda jet lagged and just want to order in and order a pizza if that's cool?"

"No." He shook his head, "I don't mean it like that. It's just it's at a party at this club, but it's also a business thing. A buddy of mine is thinking about expanding and I might invest-"

"-Okay enoughhhhh." I sighed exasperatedly. "We will go out tonight." He knows I hate it when he talks shop. That isn't my thing, numbers. Quantitative data, evaluating statistics, creating controlled experiments. That's my thing. Interpersonal relationships aren't really forte. And yes doctor's interact with the public and other people but not at all in the same capacity that's required within Beckham's line of work. 

"Thank you, you're the best." He smiled widely coming over and placing a kiss on my forehead. "Be sure you wear something sexy okay?"

I grabbed on to his arm before he could walk away, "Not so fast. We go out tonight but tomorrow I'm going home and I'm going to get Jayce." I feel like we haven't been spending enough quality time together lately, and I don't want her to feel neglected. There's been a lot of stuff with Beckham or Brandt, or Brandt and Beckham. She was so used to it being just us for so long, it has to be a little overwhelming. 

"That's fine. You go spend time with the little one, I'm sure I can make do without you." He chuckled. It I looked at him skeptically that sounds like he's revert to partaking in hoe-ish activities.

Whatever, I can't be upset about it. I also have side dick which isn't really side dick since Beckham isn't hitting it. The point is there's nothing to be upset about given that we are both dabbling, per se.

"I'm gonna invite Gia to come with tonight if that's okay?" I'm going to need some backup if I'm being forced to spend the whole night with Beckham's frat boy friends. They're... They're a bit much.

Plus Gia has been dying for some girl-time. We haven't been seeing each other as much since I wasn't attending in-person classes while dealing with everything. I miss my girl honestly my

"Yeah whatever, sounds good babe. Let me know if I need to send a car for her." I raised my eyebrow, I don't think I'll ever quite get used to the way the De Loughreys live life. Rich kids definitely do things differently. Especially party, that shit gets real intense and really weird, fast. Tonight I will be surrounded by a bunch of them. Yayyy.

So this was a little filler chapter I cranked out really quickly, but I promise the next chapter is worth it. Like some it'll be on some Euphoria shit. So don't say you weren't warned in advance.
~Lee