"She loves Kevin Heart." He smirked, smelling victory. The interviewer was stumped for words for a solid second before he awkwardly tried to salvage the little dignity he had left.

  "Didn't we all?" he began roughly, the awkwardness evident. Stephen was watching the show on silent beside him, so Cage would see how disgruntled the man looked on screen.

  And they were back on track.

  "You are back to filming the series. How do you feel?"

  "I'm thrilled to be back on set, working with the people I know better than my family at this point. It's scary how excited the audience is and the expectations are high. As the movies come out, one trumps the previous one. Constantly getting better is something we strive to do." He paused before the next part for impact. "I want to thank each and every one of you for the support. Please continue to follow me once the movie is out!" With the little promotion done, he felt better.

  "Cage, I can promise to buy front row seats to all your shows. I am a huge fan!" he exclaimed. "When does the shooting end?" he asked.

  "We are ahead of schedule as of now, so it should be done within the month," he informed helpfully. "But you already know this, right?" Cage teased lightly.

  "I may love you, but I am not a borderline stalker… yet." The smirk was there.

  "I am glad. Thank you so much for having me on your show today," he added politely.

  "No, thank you for taking the time to answer all our questions. I look forward to seeing you and your mystery girl out and about."

  Cage grinned at the thought. "I look forward to that, as well. I have my fingers crossed."

  The call ended and he slumped back. "You did really well," Stephen complimented. "Their viewership spiked when you came on and you beautifully dodged the dangerous questions." Stephen sounded impressed.

  Cage smirked. "Don't forget the little promotion." He quirked a tired brow, his head lolling on the head rest.

  "You're getting a gold medal for your resilience and dedication to promoting your own work." Stephen chuckled. "You won't get any extra money," he added. "But continue."

  "You don't need to blow gas up my ass." Cage pouted. Stephen looked at him with disgust and Cage just shrugged. "I've been watching Gordon Ramsay videos recently because Katherine likes him a lot."

  "What love does to a completely sane man. You're quoting Gordon!" Stephen wanted to throw his hands in frustration. "You need to hug your girl soon or you will go out of your mind."

  "Don't hate on the chef. And yes, I need to see her. How are we on the schedule? I want a couple of days off during the championship."

  Stephen paused.

  "I can make this happen but how will you manoeuvre around the media?" he asked, crossing his feet and waiting for him to answer.

  "It is going to be an auditorium fool of people. Everyone knows that I love gaming. They called me and I am going for free. I'll inconspicuously slide in and watch my girl win." He shrugged.

  "If only it were that easy," Stephen huffed. "I'll see what I can do. Your story sounds okay, just don't go around making it obvious."

  "I'll try." Cage smirked. Stephen gave him one last look before focusing on his phone. "By the way, don't tell Katherine."

  "I know." The pair relaxed as they went back to the hotel——

  Cage logged into Skype and bounced on his bed as he waited for her to join. It felt like forever since they had seen each other. It wasn't the same with just pictures. Even video calling didn't cut it. The connection was established within a minute and Katherine appeared on his screen. He sucked in a breath, surprised.

  "You have been extremely naught." He grinned at her in greeting. F.u.c.k conventionalities, they were past that.

  "Only for you, Mr. Cavanaugh." She was obviously in the white shirt, appearing even more enticing than she did in the picture. The fabric didn't fall on her body like it did in the picture while she was sitting. Instead, it opened at her collar, giving him a look at the upper side of her b.r.e.a.s.t. His throat dried instantly as he swallowed the image in front of him.

  "You should stick to wearing that all the time," he proposed. She looked down at the shirt, acting clueless. Fiddling with the lapel, she pursed her lips.

  "This?" she replied, tracing her finger over the material.

  "I'll be ordering those shirts in bulk after this call. It is illegal for you to wear anything else from this day forth!"

  Katherine giggled and sent him a flying kiss. He looked beautiful, his eyes showing her tired he was. "Tired?" she asked. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and wash away the weariness. As if hearing her thoughts, he ran his finger through his messy hair and gave her a little smirk. It looked so good on him.

  "Never too tired for you," he proclaimed. He searched her eyes for lingering fear from what happened earlier but he didn't see anything.

  Katherine looked at the sweetness in his eyes and felt her heart thump rapidly. 'Be still, my heart,' she muttered. "You need to sleep," she reproached softly.

  "I need you more," he said with a pout. Katherine would have rolled her eyes but she wanted to see him just as much.

  "I'll give you what you need and then you are going to sleep," she demanded. She pried the shirt open, letting him get a good view of her b.r.e.a.s.ts. "Where do you need me?" she asked coquettishly. Her finger caressed her n.a.k.e.d skin as she watched him gulp with need.

  He shifted the laptop away from him. His previous shirtless state gave away to his true state. He had been n.a.k.e.d all along. Her eyes glazed over as she watched him in all his glory. She wanted to lick him all over but she settled for simply licking her lips, instead. Sad outcome.