The moment those words slipped out of his mouth my whole body went into a panic.

Thousands of thoughts rush to my mind as I think hard if me and Chris weren't careful enough to not let anyone see us.

Coming up empty, I look up confused into Chris's blazing eyes.

"What the fuck," he whispers glancing down at his phone, he sits on the desk behind him, his eyes looking distant.

"Is it bad?" I hesitated to ask.

However Chris didn't need to answer my question for me to know the answer... his eyes and mouth said everything... it was bad.

I demanded, "Let me see."

I walk over towards where he sits, "Baby, no please." Chris pleads at me as I stand between his legs and try to reach for the extended phone that's over his head.

"I don't want you to see this, I'm going to take down however took and posted these photos."

It's sweet that he wants to protect me, but this is something that I need to know. If it involves me, I need to know what's going on all around me.

"Chris you can't hide me from this, I am going to see this whether or not you show me." I sooth as I stroked my hand through his hair. "So it's either me seeing it the first time with you right now, or me alone in my apartment already depressed about Mark."

He whines and places his head against my chest, running his hands up and down my spine. "You shouldn't have to see this butterfly."

"I'm strong enough, I can handle this," I say strongly.

Deep down I'm nervous about what was leaked, but I'm not about to show that to Chris.

He sighs against me and kisses my collarbone before meeting my gaze.

"Fine."

I nervously extended my hand towards him, he places his phone in my hand and gestures to me to put his passcode in.

I type the password I know by heart, once the lock screen slides open to his home screen he directs me to open his messages with Tyler.

I gasp and cover my mouth, my eyes flood with tears as I see the image displayed on the screen in front of me.

I whisper, "Why would someone do this?"

"Money, fame, jealousy, hate." Chris lists as his angry voice grumbles.

Scoffing and looking down at the picture of me straddling Chris on his bed the other night, I wince when I see there are several pictures and two videos posted too.

Clicking on the video, I take a step back disgusted at the person who filmed and posted this. The video was me and Chris making out on his bed, you can see us grinding against each other as Chris sucks my neck.

The video and pictures are taken faraway, but you can tell whichever bitch took this, zoomed in all the way on an iPhone.

Hands gently wipe away tears that I didn't notice were running down my face, "You want to know the good thing though?" He asks softly, pulling my body towards his.

I shrug my shoulders not really caring at this point.

"You can't even really tell that's us, that could be anyone because you can't see our faces. We'll do a live stream on Instagram and tell everyone that it's not us and that we're just friends okay?"

"Do you think that's going to work?" I ask, lowly unconvinced.

"I'll do everything in my power for it to work out." He demands stroking my cheek and giving my lips a peck.

"You should talk to Liam about this, maybe he can help us."

"You don't want to come with me?" Chris asks, confused.

I smile shyly and look down at the silver chain that hangs loosely around his neck, "I'm embarrassed."

Nodding he grabs my face between his hands and kisses my nose, "No problem my love, I'll sort this out with him." He backs away from me towards the door not before patting my butt. "Don't you worry about a thing," he exclaims walking out of the door.

I run to the door and see he's striding towards Liam's office, "I'm going home, call me later," I yell after him.

He gives me a thumbs up and tells me to "drive safely because he needs me."

My heart melts as I drive towards the hospital, I replay Chris's statement over in my head with a goofy smile on my face, "drive safely because I need you."

***

Laughing and telling Mark all the things he missed over the couple of days I wasn't able to visit him, I find myself frowning when I ask him a question, and he doesn't respond.

I tear up when I realize he's still in a coma, sometimes I find myself telling him all the things and forgetting that he isn't awake, I always wait for his sarcastic response... but it never comes.

"Mark," I say desperately and pleadingly, "If you were awake right now you would laugh about what I'm about to say. The only time me and my boyfriend were intimate with each other," I suddenly stopped my babbling, getting lost in my own thoughts. Chris hasn't officially asked me to be his girlfriend yet, but we aren't friends with benefits, the care that we have for each other is so much stronger than that. I should ask Chris what we are, whenever I get the chance.

"Anyways," I start again to a sleeping Mark, "The only time me and Chris were intimate with each other we got recorded. It's embarrassing because we're keeping our relationship a secret. Can you imagine all the pressure we would feel from everyone if we came out as a couple?"

Silence...

I sigh and close my eyes getting frustrated that my best friend isn't talking back to me.

I send a small prayer to God while kissing my best friend's hands.

"I'll see you tomorrow my king," I whisper, glancing back at him lying in a hospital bed.

***

Setting the big bowl of chips on Chris's kitchen table, I prepare for the party were about to post.

Liam suggested that we invite the whole cast to a party at Chris's place, we need to make it seem to the fans that we're all getting together as friends, then we'll do a live stream as we planned.

Don't get me wrong some of the people I work with are my friends, but some are just coworkers of mine, especially Chloe.

We aren't even coworkers, she's just the girl that made out with my man.

Not mad, not mad...keep lying to yourself, Lola.

"I invited the cast, only a handful of them are coming, unfortunately, Chloe is coming, but you'll be just fine." He reassures me, patting my butt, and placing a kiss on my neck.

He wraps his arms around my waist as he starts placing open mouth kiss up to my jaw then back down before going to town on the side of my neck.

"Sto...stop," I say.

He doesn't.

"No," he mumbles, moving his head to the other side of my neck and repeating his actions.

"Chris," I huff, moving my hands behind my head to grab his hair, he lets out a low sexy moan once I tug at his hair.

I'm about to move my body further into his and feel the growing bulge in his pants but a knock on the door stops us.

"What the fuck," He whines in my neck while moving uncomfortably in his now growing pants.

Trying to regain my now shallow breaths I turn towards him and point downwards, "You need to fix that." I state, not letting my eyes wander down towards the bulge in his pants.

"You need to fix that," Chris mocks me slowly as he walks towards his bedroom, I wince when I hear the door slam, then a second later a dark groan leaves his throat.

Yup, he's doing what I think he's doing, and that's so damn hot.

Holy cow.

I play the radio at its highest volume trying to drown out Chris's soft groans.

Patting down my hair and straightening out my clothes I walk confidently towards the door.

I take two deep breaths as I swing the door open and come face to face with Chloe.

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