This shit is everything to me Don't know where we stand...
Setting: Baccarat Hotel and Residences New York, New York 10019
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With a 24k gold face mask slowly perfecting her tired skin and the subtle sound of Sam Cooke floating through the lofty penthouse suite that she had rented for her weekend in New York, Demi should've been the most relaxed person in that entire hotel. But instead of falling asleep, which had been her intention, she was wide awake staring at the egg white ceiling and overthinking her entire life. Despite the fact that New Year's was only a few days away, Demi still had a photoshoot to attend, and she was glad because that just meant putting more distance between her and Trey. Christmas had been a total bust but instead of dwelling on the situation, Demi spent the following days packing her house up and picking out things for her custom closet with Kylie and Maddie. Even if Trey wasn't 100% about the house, she was hoping that things between them would get better and they could move into the house after all. It wouldn't feel right moving in without him.
Even so, they hadn't talked much during the past week. Just the basic good morning and good night texts. Demi seriously missed him and as much as she wanted to cave and be a weak bitch, she just couldn't. Not this time. Trey needed to prove that he trusted her and Demi was giving him time to do that. If he didn't trust her, as much as she wanted to move forward, they wouldn't be able to. And the fact that he didn't trust her when she had never given him a reason not to was absolutely ridiculous.
There was a knock on the door causing Demi to lowly groan as she sat up and adjusted the robe that Kendall had given to her. It couldn't be Hailey or Kendall because they had keys to the room since they were all staying together. And Demi couldn't think of who else it would be. It's not like she blatantly told Trey that she was coming to New York for a photoshoot. It kind of wasn't any of his business.
Once the door swung open and revealed Odell Beckham Junior, Demi almost slammed it shut again. It's not Odell's fault that Trey was acting like an insecure bitch but it was his fault that Trey thought that she had actually been flirting with French fucking Montana, as if she would ever cheat on Trey with French fucking Montana when he had slept with Khloe. Just thinking about it was pissing her off and she was supposed to be relaxing.
"What the fuck is on your face?" Odell questioned as he breezed past her and entered the room. Demi closed the door behind him as she rolled her eyes.
"A face mask. What are you doing here?"
"I heard you were in New York. I thought Trey would be with you too and we could all hang out together but clearly..." Odell trailed off once he noticed the lethal look on Demi's face. She didn't say anything though. Instead she walked back to her bedroom and plopped down on the bed, not caring if Odell followed her or not.
