Finally Forever His

Sixteen.

"I'm on some kind of drug.

Can't explain all the ways you get me high.

I'm on some kind of drug.

Can't explain, don't keep me waitin' all night.

Girl come through, them bath water runnin',

Fire be burning in my hotel room.

Come through, champagne be poppin'.

System be knockin' in my hotel room."

I sing quietly while scanning through contracts, tapping the head of my pen on my bottom lip.

     "Singing about your love life, Josefina?" Carter barges into my office, quickly closing the door behind him. I perk up when I look up to see him carrying a big ass cup of Starbucks and a little bag.

"For me?" I pipe up, a smile making its way to my face as he sets them both down on my desk, and he pulls up a chair to sit across from me.

He grins at me, his lip bruised from when Liam gave him a nasty facial not too long ago, but he still looks handsome as ever. "Yeah, I figured you need it. I feel bad for nagging you the other week when you should've been home resting after everything that happened." His eyes linger on the stitches still on my forehead.

I reach across the desk and pinch his cheeks, "Awe, you didn't have to buy my happiness." Well, looking at my iced caramel macchiato, I'm definitely not complaining about him buying my happiness.

He hisses and smacks my hands away when my fingers accidentally brushed over his jaw. "Your boyfriend did a number on me. Is he that good in bed?" He raises a brow, making my face scrunch up.

"Huh?"

"Can he do a number on you in bed? Come on, Josefina, spill the..." he looks at my desk, "coffee. Have you slid down the pole—is it a pole?" He puts hand under his chin, his eyes glittering with interest.

My eyes are wide as hell.

"Carter—"

"Too far?" He chuckles, picking up my coffee and taking a sip. I glare at his lips as they touch my straw.

"Very much so."

"Alright, my bad..." he puts his hand up in surrender leaning back as an awkward silence falls over us. "Is it more of a beanstalk?" He mumbled so quietly, I had no choice but to laugh.

     "Shut up, Carter." I snatch the Starbucks bag, and I see he bought me a coffee cake. "You're a fucking blessing. Now, tell me where we are at the moment."

     I pull out the coffee cake, taking a bite and leaning back into my chair. I kick my feet in excitement—fuck, it tastes so good.

     "We finally finished casting, the proper way this time. And we just got shipments of the outfits from the different lines." He states it proudly, so I'm assuming, well, hoping that they actually did it right this time. Damn Sandra was about to get her ass kicked.

     "How many models?" I ask through a mouthful off coffee cake.

     "Fifteen."

     "Outfits?"

     "Uh," he looks up, thinking about his answer before he starts counting aloud. "Well your mom sent fourteen, seven in each line...then there's that dude that I always forget his name that has like 8...umm." He reaches for my cake, and now it's me slapping his hand away.