"Oh my God, they'll be thrilled. It's a lifelong dream! We've been working on it for years!"
I smile and he gets out of bed taking his cell phone and while he calls them, I go to take a shower.
I finish brushing my teeth and go back to my room as Matt picks me up.
"I love you baby!" he says, kissing me.
The breakfast was fantastic, and the paparazzi have already started following us. Chris organized an escort here for us and home as well.
The news of the concerts made Faith cry and the boys were happy.
We all go back to LA, and while they talk, I open the other emails and arrange some interviews for the band.
"Stop working, baby!" Matt tells me, sitting down opposite me. I get up to put the laptop in the bag and he lowers the neckline of my blouse, touching the hickey he made me.
"I love seeing my brand on you."
"Me too," I said laughing
I joined the guys for the last few hours of the flight. Landing, the escort awaits us on the runway with the cars.
"Come to me?" Matt asks me
"Unfortunately I can't, love, I have to catch up with work and I need to rest given the few hours of sleep last night."
He strokes my face. “That's a shame, okay, baby." He finally says kissing me. Leaving him to go away was more difficult than expected.
Chris drove me home and seeing Matt's car in the garage made me think of a crazy idea, hopefully his keys are upstairs. I smile as I walk into the house thinking about the change in our lives and how Matt makes me feel.
After a shower and an hour of sleep, I get up to work. The requests for interviews are many and I try to divide them into their empty days.
Time passes and Matt's messages make me miss him more.
At three a.m., I take the keys to his Porsche and go to my room to prepare a bag with the changes for tomorrow.
Me:Hi love, are you asleep?
I send him a text while I’m going up in the elevator.
Matt:No, baby. I'm still in the studio, working on a new track. Why are you still awake?
Me:I'm getting ready to go to sleep. I miss you.
I text, lying to him.
Matt:me too love. Wish you were here. Sweet dreams. I love you!
I get off the elevator and Chris gets up, putting down his newspaper.
"Hi Chris."
"Hi, Angel, where can I take you?"
"From Matthew, but I'll take his car."
"Follow me, paparazzi are everywhere."
"Okay,"
