"I'm just glad to be off that plane." I mutter, tiredly. Driving back to Truex's from the airport has taken a lot longer that it should, but this time I'm not complaining.

"What are you going to do when we fly to Las Vegas?" Treux asks, absentmindedly as he stares at his phone.

"Las Vegas for what?" I ask, confused.

"The bachelorette and bachelor party." He replies, glancing up.

I turn to Mya who winces in guilt before I even respond. "What the hell? Why don't you tell me anything?" I ask, her.

"Hey, I had nothing to do with it. Truex and Tate planned the whole thing." Mya, answers passing the blame to Truex.

"By planning you mean, made hotel reservations." Truex states, not about to accept responsibility.

"What do you care? You're not doing anything." She replies, not maliciously but simply stating the facts.

"Thanks for the reminder." I grumble, unhappily.

"Sorry, that came out harsh." She apologizes.

I wave off her apology. "Its fine. You're right. I hate this waiting game. I just don't think, Independent Artist is in the cards for me." I turn to her seriously. "I think I'm going to head back home. I'm gonna try getting in with that practice that I applied at before I left. They called me about three months ago for an interview. Maybe they'll still give me a shot."

"You can't just leave." She cries in outrage.

"I'd be back before the wedding, to help with anything you need. We took care of the basics, now its time for the wedding planner to take care of everything else." I assure her.

"Just stay." She begs.

"I can't afford to." I say, honestly. "My phone, my meals, everything we do is paid for by him." I reply, pointing to an angry Truex. "Don't you start pouting too." I tell him, before turning back to Mya. "I just need to do this for me, because right now Its feels like I'm a burden on you both. And to be honest, I hate not having the sense of pride that comes with doing things for myself."

"That's a bullshit excuse." Truex, comments. Getting my attention. "Trying to run away. I should've seen this coming." He smirks, while maintaining his scowl.

"Bullshit? Really? I've been here how long and I haven't even sold a single painting? Oh, wait, I haven't sold a painting to anyone but you. I've been evicted, I've had my phone turned off and just spent a shit ton of money on my piece of crap car, that I'm praying gets me back home. All of that is bullshit. Not my reasons for leaving." I state, not really knowing if I'm lying or not. It doesn't feel like a lie, but it's definitely not the whole truth. A part of me knows that Truex is right. I'm leaving because I don't know how do deal with him. I feel myself liking when he touches me, or when holds me at night. How am I supposed to pretend to be indifferent to him if I see him everyday? What if I fall for him? It could be devastating.

"You're not a burden. If anything you should be trying to get your name out there, now that you don't have to worry about money." He argues, still looking at me as if he's reading me like a book.

"I still have to worry about money. Truex, I appreciate everything you're doing and have done for me, but I'm not comfortable with it." I explain, being completely truthful.

"Just stay until after the wedding. If the art thing doesn't work out, leave then, but not now. Truex is right, you don't have bills to worry about, you need to start trying to get your name known. Even if its just one painting in a gallery, you need to start somewhere." Mya, encourages.

I nod. "Maybe I can get a job at a bar or something for now." I hold up my hand when Truex is about to talk. "My car insurance is going to lapse in April and I've already deferred my student loans long enough. I need money coming in, end of story."

"That's the spirt! Making a plan! Although, I can't really picture you as a waitress you're not nice enough." Mya, states amused at the thought.

I think about her comment. "Oh, God you're right. What kind of jobs are out there for people like me?"

She laughs. "You're so screwed."

I panic, knowing she's right. "I have no skills, besides art. I hate most people, crowds and I've never even held a baby before that wasn't a relation."

"Don't panic. We'll look for something when we get home. You know the school is always looking for teachers assistants and you have a degree. I think you should apply."

"Do you think I'd be good with kids?" I ask.

She gives me a duh, look. "You're basically a child. You'll do just fine."

"You could be my assistant. I was going to hire one anyway." Truex says, joining the job hunt.

"What kind of assisting do you need?" I question, suspiciously. He just winks at my dirty thoughts, sending up red flags.

"My manager wants me doing interviews and endorsement deals on the off season. It'd be up to you to tell me about them and field any calls, emails or contracts regarding them." His phone beeps again. "Just say you're going to do it, because I'm done." He scowls. Irritated he shoves his phone at me showing me emails and messages from his agent/manager about various talk shows, magazines and commercial ideas.

Curiously, I take the phone and read through the emails. I refuse to let him do any underwear commercials, thats just way too Justin Bieber. "Do you want to do underwear ads as in billboards and magazines? I said no to the commercial's." I inform him.

"No."

"Okay, interview with Conan O'Brien, hell fucking yeah." I say, responding to the email. "I'm so going with you when you go." I add, excitedly.

"If you say yes, make sure to put it in my calendar."

"Yes, boss. I'm even adding time and location, right now. Look, I'm a natural." I brag, waving the phone at an apprehensive Mya. "What?"

"Nothing. If you two think working together is a good idea you should do it." Mya replies, condescendingly.

"You don't think its a good idea?" I ask, nervously.

She rolls her eyes and shrugs. "Honestly, I've been wrong about you two before. However, I will say sleeping together and working together can get messy."

"Well, we don't have to sleep together anymore. We'll be at home most of the time. Right?" I inquire, looking at Truex.

"Is my interest in you is supposed to stay in New York?" He asks, his tone a bit on the warning side.

I pause thinking about his question. "It'd be nice." I shrug.

He scowls. "Thats not going to happen. You wanting to go back home is a cop-out, you just don't want it to seem like a choice. Don't look at me like that, we both know you're running." He states, knowingly.

I shove his phone back at him. "I quit. You can't have your cake and eat it too. Pick one." I demand, simply.

"One what?"

"Do you need an assistant or a girlfriend? Before you answer you should know, I may do one well but I will completely fail at the other."

"I'll lower my expectations." He replies, huskily.

"Truex." I warn, as his hands slide under my ass lifting me onto him.

"No! Not here. I don't want to see this!" Mya yells, banging frantically on the windows. I can't help but laugh at Mya's antics. Lucky for her the driver pulls into the driveway, so she can make a quick getaway.

He kisses my neck slowly, getting my full attention. "I still think you made the wrong choice."

"It wasn't a choice." He replies, opening the car door.

He sets me on my feet and I stretch. "Of course it was a choice."

He shakes his head. "I don't see it that way."

I roll my eyes, not wanting to know why he sees it that way. It will probably be cute and romantic. I don't need anymore reasons to like him. "When's Vegas?"

"We leave Wednesday, come home Saturday." He answers, picking up the bags from the driver. It makes sense, I guess. Mya has classes resuming on Monday.

"I've never been to Vegas." I comment, motioning for him to give me a bag. He starts walking to the door carrying all of the luggage. "Such a big strong man!" I tease, running ahead to hold the door open.

I take my suitcase to my room and get in the shower. After putting on comfy pajamas, I walk out to see Truex carrying pizza to the counter. "I'm starving." I comment, following him.

"You're always starving." He grins.

"Please, and you're not? You eat more than anyone I know." I remark, taking down three plates.

We take our pizza to the living room and I insist on watching the new season of, Workaholics. After the first show ends he motions for me to stand up. "Use your words, babe." I scold, standing up. Did I really just call him babe?

His smirk tells me he didn't miss it, "I have something to show you, babe." He says, emphasizing the word, babe.

I glare up at him, but don't respond to his teasing. "What is it?"

"A surprise."

He leads me to the workout area. Confused, I follow him into the gym. He takes me to a back room and flips on the light switch. Its a plain bright white room with three huge floor to ceiling windows and a large skylight. I see fresh canvases and my own art that was stored at my studio. All of my supplies and paintbrushes are here as well.

"What is this?" I question. Knowing what it is, but asking anyway.

"It was a storage room, I had it cleared out. I had windows and the skylight put in while we were in New York. I figured you could paint here." He explains.

I don't know how to respond, so I walk into the room, touching everything. The large table and storage is not what I'm used to, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. A lot of thought went into this. "Truex-" I start to say.

"What happened to, babe? I like it better."

I look around the room smiling at his question, "Perfection." I comment, loving every inch of this space. I'm sure in the daytime it's amazing.

"So, I've been told." He replies.

I laugh, "I was talking about the room."

"You're happy with it?"

"Amazed, would be a more accurate description. Thank you."