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I get angry, Baby, believe me...
Tremaine Neverson stepped off of the elevator on the third floor of the private studio and was instantly greeted with all of the chaos of a photo shoot. Hair and makeup people were running on and off of the set for touch ups. The photographer was yelling orders at the model who stood in front of the white screen, the model who just happened to be his very difficult girlfriend. Tour had literally ended yesterday but he was just getting back into town. Even though they were fighting, he knew that if Demi heard that he was back in town and he didn't come see her, she would have a fit. So, early this morning he had texted her assistant and asked for her schedule for the day. It wasn't the easiest task since everyone around Demi seemed to have a problem with them and their relationship, but that was the least of Trey's concerns. People stayed talking shit. The only relevant opinions about their relationship were his opinion and Demi's. Nothing else mattered.
Trey stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked further into the studio, finally getting a glimpse of his infamous girlfriend. And he didn't like what he saw. She was standing in front of the photographer in a dark washed pair of jeans that hung low on her hips to reveal the waistband of her Calvin Klein underwear. But that wasn't the issue. It was a Calvin Klein shoot, after all. The issue was that she wasn't wearing a bra, so her hands were covering her chest as she followed the photographer's orders of how he wanted her to pose.
It wasn't just her team in the studio, either. There were makeup artists, hair stylists, costume designers, more photographers, and a few other people that didn't look like they did anything important. And they were all standing there gawking at his girlfriend in all of her half naked glory. That alone was enough to piss Trey off. And being who she was, Demi was soaking it all up. She didn't even notice he was there until she looked up, the playful smirk on her lips dropping into a pout as she raised her eyebrow at him. They definitely wouldn't be having welcome back sex anytime soon with the look that she was giving him.
"Do you need a break? You can drop the jeans and put the bra back on," the director suggested, causing Demi to shyly nod before starting to move to her dressing room. But Trey was right next to her, keeping up with her hurried pace as he shrugged out of his jacket and threw it over her shoulders, not because she was cold either. He could care less about that. He was just tired of watching other people – men and women – make googly eyes at his girlfriend whether they were fighting or not.
Her dressing room was full of people. Trey clenched his jaw as Demi started to unbutton her jeans right in front of everyone.
"Get out," he demanded, causing her team to look at him in surprise.
The perky blonde that he knew as her assistant looked like she wanted to say something, and Trey honestly dared her to. He wanted her to say something to him, thinking that Demi would come to her defense. But she would be in for a surprise when Demi kept her mouth shut because Demi stayed on his side. It was one of the reasons why their relationship lasted so long, even with all of the drama.
