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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years ago

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The Girl He Left Behind [Part Thirteen]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 5325 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: In my head the woman artist is dolly parton. its not accurate but idc

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Show days were full on. Addison had only been to one and somehow she felt as though she had lived through a full tour though she supposed that could have something to do with the whirlwind her mother had put her through over the past couple of weeks. They woke late the morning after and by the time they got to Atlanta they barely had time to do anything but prepare for the show that night. Addison spent most of her time with Dodger by the heated pool in their hotel whilst periodically checking in on Gladys who had informed her once Elvis was out of worrying distance that she wasn’t feeling well. She imagined it was different for Elvis and his team as they had things to do and ways to keep busy, but for her touring was a little boring. She longed to go out and explore the city. To find something that Memphis didn’t have but without her best friend to go with her she didn’t really see the point.

So after finishing her book she escorted Dodger to her room, checked in on Gladys and then headed to get ready. She was once again sharing a room with Elvis though she wasn’t sure how that had come around since she figured that someone would have gotten around to jumbling the plan back into place, but it hadn’t been done, not that she minded. Once showered she inspected her small bag of toiletries and her dress as if willing them to change into new and more exciting items. The last time she had worn her dress had been at her party and she’d had Marci on hand to make her look beautiful. Now she was left to her own devices it didn’t seem as feasible. Not to mention everyone had already seen her dress so the wow factor would be well and truly gone. Still with no other options she got dressed watching herself closely in the mirror once she was finished. She didn’t look bad, no, if anything she looked pretty but she still felt out of place. It didn’t help that she was going to have to put her cardigan and cumbersome winter coat over the top of it which didn’t exactly spell chic but rather comfort and warmth.

Once she was ready she spritzed some perfume on herself, grabbed her purse and then headed out into the long hallway where all their rooms were located. As she came out of her door Sonny came out of his grabbing her attention as he offered her a whistle.

‘Wow,’ he said, taking her in, 'you look good.’ ‘Thanks,’ she said meekly as a blush crept along her face. ‘I mean it,’ he said with a small smile which Addison returned as they started walking down the hall together. ‘Where is everyone?’ she asked. ‘EP’s got interviews downstairs so him, Red, Vernon and the Colonel are in some conference room. Everyone else is waiting to go in the lobby.’ ‘Shit, am I the last one down?’ she asked, cursing herself for having spent so long faffing over what to wear. ‘Well that depends,’ Sonny said. ‘On what?’ she asked, confused. ‘Whether you beat me through the door when we get down there,’ he said as the elevator they had been waiting for pinged open. They stepped inside and whilst Sonny pressed the button making it whir to life Addison took a moment to watch him. He was dressed more formally than she’d seen him before in a dinner jacket and slacks though his collar was open giving that hint of casualness. He looked handsome. ‘Well I’ll try not to elbow you too hard when I push you out of the way,’ she smiled. Sonny chuckled. ‘Nah you don’t have to worry about me,’ he said before adding, 'I always let the pretty ones go first.’

Before Addison could respond the door pinged open once more and Sonny gestured for her to head out which she did though she could feel her cheeks on fire. Was he flirting with her? She shook that thought from her mind as he led her to a small room off the lobby where there were several couches that everyone was lounging around on waiting to go. The boys were clustered in one corner, only missing Red, whilst Gladys and Dodger were sitting on a couch together chatting quietly. Addison made a beeline for them. Though she didn’t feel any malice about being left out of the festivities last night she still didn’t want to have her nose rubbed in it and she could hear the boys laughing and joking about the goings on at the bar they had gone to after the show.

‘Don’t you look spiffy?’ Dodger said as she perched on the edge of an armchair close by. ‘Thanks,’ Addison said with a polite smile, feeling that same old blush reappear, ‘you two look nice too.’ ‘Thanks darlin’,’ Gladys said with a soft smile though it didn’t quite meet her eyes. She looked worn out, the bags under her eyes were heavier today and though she had spent most of the day in bed she still looked tired. Addison frowned. ‘I said that dress would look just right on her, didn’t I?’ Dodger said gesturing to Gladys’ deep blue number. ‘You must have a knack,’ Addison giggled. ‘Shame it don’t feel right,’ Gladys said, rejigging the ruffled detailing on the front of her dress further down as if it was strangling her. ‘That’s just because you’re under the weather,’ Dodger said placing a hand on her daughter in laws knee. ‘Do you still not feel any better?’ Addison asked as her frown deepened. ‘I’m fine,’ Gladys said though her face wasn’t very convincing. ‘Are you sure?’ Addison asked. ‘I’m just a little tired,’ she said. ‘You could do with a pick me up,’ Dodger stated. ‘Want me to get you a coffee?’ Addison asked, Gladys nodded with a smile. Addison rose out of her chair smoothing her dress out as she stood but as she went to walk away she felt Gladys’ hand on her wrist and she turned to see what she wanted. ‘Actually, make it a vodka soda,’ she said with a soft smile.

Addison nodded dutifully though she didn’t want to. Elvis had expressed to her how much he didn’t like his mother’s drinking and Addison had noticed it was a lot more present in their house now than she remembered. Besides it didn’t make sense for her to be drinking especially if she didn’t feel well but she wasn’t about to tell a grown woman what to do. So she headed out into the lobby and to the adjoining bar. It wasn’t too crowded but there were a few people milling around seemingly along for the press interview Elvis was giving in the neighbouring function room. She sidled up to the bar and waited. It was deserted until a boy not much older than her came rushing towards it and slipped behind the counter quickly.

‘Sorry about that,’ he said. ‘It’s okay,’ Addison said kindly, ‘busy day?’ ‘Yeah feels like I’ve not stopped,’ he said resting both his hands on the bar. ‘Well thanks for slotting me into your busy schedule,’ Addison joked which made him smirk. ‘Oh I can always find time for a pretty face,’ he said leaning in towards her, ‘so what can I get you?’ ‘Um, vodka soda,’ Addison said awkwardly. She was unaccustomed to being complimented especially not twice in less than an hour. As he dutifully poured her drink out he watched her making her blush. His chocolate brown eyes sparkled a little in the ambient lighting and Addison couldn’t help but think that he was cute, in a boyish sort of way.

‘So, what brings you to Georgia?’ he asked. ‘Family trip,’ she said which was technically not a lie. ‘Oh,’ he replied. ‘What?’ she asked. ‘Nothing, I just figured you’d be here to see Elvis,’ he said with a shrug as he placed the glass down on the bar in front of her, ‘everyone else is.’ ‘Is that why it’s so busy?’ she asked feigning ignorance. ‘Yeah, some benefit concert or something. I mean other people are in it too but the hotels been crawling with chicks-’ he said correcting himself as she raised an eyebrow, ‘I mean girls like you. So I figured.’ ‘Oh yeah and what are girls like me like?’ she asked cockily enjoying watching him squirm though it didn’t last long as he leaned in towards her, resting his elbows on the bar so they were face to face. ‘Young,’ he said before looking at her flirtatiously and adding, ‘and very, very pretty.’ ‘Is that right?’ she said. ‘Yeah, why else do you think I rushed over here to serve you,’ he said. ‘Great customer service?’ she asked. ‘Nah,’ he chuckled, ‘though I’m willing to go the extra mile if you want to.’ ‘Yeah?’ Addison replied. ‘I mean if you’re interested I might be able to sneak you into the back of the press conference,’ he said, ‘it’s pretty exclusive but I’m sure I could get you in.’ ‘What makes you think I’m an Elvis fan?’ she asked. She was enjoying herself. She had seen people fawning over Elvis. She had seen the way fans went insane trying to get a piece of him and how strange it felt for her as she never saw him as anything other than himself. So seeing this boy trip over himself to win favour by using a glimpse of her best friend as bait was funny to watch. ‘Isn’t everyone?’ he asked ‘And I’m sure that’s just out of the goodness of your heart, right?’ Addison snorted making him smile. ‘Maybe,’ he shrugged, ‘but there is something you could do.’ ‘Oh yeah, what’s that?’ Addison asked. ‘Give me your number,’ he said. ‘512,’ she said quickly grabbing the glass out from in front of him as he watched her confused, ‘my room number. Add it to the tab.’

And before he could say anything she waltzed back to the room where everyone was waiting.

Meanwhile, Elvis was bored, like he always was at interviews. It was always the same questions, reporters who thought they could catch him out and use whatever he said as their shocking new headline. He was lucky today though because at his side were half a dozen or so other artists all of which were participating in the same concert. It meant he didn’t have to pay as much attention and that meant his mind had wandered back to last night. He had loved performing for Addison though he had been bummed out when she hadn’t wanted to continue the night with him. In fact, he didn’t want to continue the night either, he would have much rather gone home with her but he couldn’t exactly say no to the boys. So when he’d accidentally awoke her when he came in he had been happy that she wanted to stay up and talk with him. Even if it had left him wracking his brains into the early hours about what her favourite song of his was.

And it had been nice to have her in his bed, even if it was innocent. He’d lay there after she’d fallen asleep just listening to her peaceful breathing contently until she’d rolled over and nuzzled into his side, her arm slung across his stomach lazily though it felt so warm against his bare skin he thought it may cause burns. He’d fallen asleep like that and even awoke the same way though he cursed himself for having to get up so she wouldn’t know. His eyes closed a tad, a smile dancing across his lips, as he recalled the way she had mumbled against him, protesting the loss of his touch when he’d moved. When he opened them the crowd of reporters was staring at him as were the Colonel’s beady eyes from the back of the room.

‘Well?’ a reporter on the front row said. He was about Elvis’ age though he looked older. His features were pinched in the middle of his face and it wasn’t relieved by the smirk that seemed to be plastered across his face at Elvis’ loss for words. ‘I’m sorry,’ Elvis said flashing the most charming smile he could muster, ‘could you repeat that?’ ‘I said it’s no secret your style of dancing has been wildly criticised. Do you have any animosity to these critics?’ he said, his smug smile never wavering. Elvis rubbed his brow and smiled. ‘Well not really. Those people have a job to do and they do it,’ Elvis shrugged. ‘And do you think you’ve learned anything from the criticism?’ he continued. ‘No I haven’t,’ Elvis said. ‘You haven’t?’ the reporter said dubiously. ‘No, well I don’t feel I’m doing anything wrong,’ Elvis said. ‘So you wouldn’t change what you’re doing?’ he asked. Elvis shook his head, ‘is that fair? I mean this concert is going to be televised. It could impact the ratings meaning less money for charity no?’ ‘With all due respect Sir,’ Elvis said leaning in a little closer to the microphone, ‘I’m sure my fans could give the critics a run for their money.’ ‘And who says they’re all tuning in to watch him,’ an elegant southern voice said a few microphones down. Elvis turned to glance at a female artist. She was petite and pretty and her comment was enough to get the reporters to lose focus on him as they rapidly fired questions at her. The reporter who had been questioning him though didn’t follow suit. He looked at Elvis with a sneer jotting something down in his notepad. Elvis smiled back smugly.

It wrapped up quickly after that and soon enough his Daddy, Red, the Colonel and him were being shepherded to a long car which was idling outside the hotel doors. As Red got into the front passenger side he climbed in one side along with the Colonel whilst his Daddy took to the other. As the Colonel took a seat beside his mother and Dodger, Elvis and Vernon slid in either side of Addison.

‘Hey,’ she said with a smile as she looked at him, ‘good interview?’ ‘Eh, it was alright,’ Elvis shrugged. ‘Would’ve been better if those reporters could learn some manners,’ Vernon said as he closed the door with a thunk. Gladys frowned. ‘What happened?’ she asked. ‘Nuthin’ just some fool reporter thinking he could intimidate me with his stupid questioning. Talking about my dancing again,’ Elvis said. ‘This again,’ Gladys sighed, ‘your talent is God-given baby! How can they not see that?’ ‘They wouldn’t know talent if it bit them on the ass,’ Dodger said rolling her eyes. Addison giggled. ‘Well he got told anyway,’ Vernon said, ‘seems our boy has another fan in one of the other acts.’ ‘Yeah she was a right feisty thing,’ Elvis chuckled. Addison kept a smile on her face though she felt it tighten just a tad at the mention of another woman. ‘Who’s that?’ she said making Elvis glance towards her. ‘One of the other artists on tonight. I don’t know her name she’s new apparently,’ Elvis shrugged making Addison’s smile become a little more genuine. ‘Well, I’m glad she’s in your corner baby. You just do like you always do tonight. They can’t complain about that,’ Gladys said. The Colonel huffed what sounded like a tight scoff from his lips which caused Elvis’ gaze to go straight to him as the pair locked eyes for a moment. He was watching his client closely as if taunting him to challenge him though hadn’t actually uttered a word yet.

‘You don’t agree?’ Elvis asked angrily looking at the Colonel who shrugged. ‘These reporters may have a point,’ the Colonel said. ‘Oh yeah and what’s that?’ Elvis replied. ‘That gigs like this aren’t your average run-of-the-mill show. Your fans come because they want to see you. The people coming tonight may be here to see you they may not but should you provoke them you may only add soldiers to their cause.’ ‘Yeah well they can think what they want,’ Elvis said, ‘everyone just needs to let me do my job.’

The car fell silent for a moment before the Colonel started talking to Vernon about a new line of Christmas merchandise as if nothing had happened. The women of the car however didn’t move on quite so quickly. Elvis could feel three pairs of eyes on him. The motherly affection of his mother and Dodger and the concern from Addison. He offered them a half-hearted smile which he was sure didn’t reassure them much and then looked out the window. He was always nervous before shows and the Colonel wasn’t helping matters. He wanted to be himself out there and more to the point his fans liked the way he acted. He just didn’t know why the Colonel cared so much about him being the way he was. He couldn’t dwell on it too long as he was distracted by Addison’s hand on his thigh. She smiled at him when he glanced at her before looking away, delving into the conversation his mother and Dodger had gotten in to, but it was enough to pull him out of his mood.

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The show was going great. Addison had enjoyed all of the other acts that had been on so far but she couldn’t deny that she was looking forward to Elvis’ slot. She could feel the excitement mounting as they announced him to the stage and though the other acts had been well received this was something different. The crowd broke into whoops and cheers with several girls screaming no matter what part of the song he was singing he was up to. He really could work a crowd well and he always knew just when to move a certain way or how to talk to them. And she was sure that she could see a smirk on his face just before he did anything that drove the crowd insane like he knew how he was going to affect them.

‘Uh ladies and gentlemen we, my band and I, wanna thank you all for coming out tonight. Now I know that you’re not here for us but rather for a good cause,’ he said chuckling as there were protestations from the crowd about their reason for attending, ‘but even so we appreciate it. And we’re gonna round off with one we love but first I ask you to indulge me just a little.’

As he walked over to the piano and sat down there were claps and cheers. Addison didn’t take part, instead, she was craning her neck behind Gene who was sitting in her view so she could watch Elvis closely. The crowd broke into low whispers as he started to make the piano emit the first few notes of the song as they were wondered what he was going to play but she didn’t need to. It was I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now. Her favourite song. Just as she remembered him playing it years before.

‘Elvis,’ she said in a sickeningly sweet voice that sounded entirely unlike her as she leant on the side of their church piano. There was a potluck going on outside but the pair of them had lost interest and decided to sneak back inside, Elvis longing to practice on the piano whilst Addison was just content at being his shadow. ‘Addison,’ he said with a coy smile as she turned to lean on it with her elbows. ‘Play me a song,’ she said. ‘What song?’ he asked as if he didn’t already know. It was one she loved to hear. One she had made him play fifty times before though he was enjoying pretending as if he didn’t know what she was referring to.

‘Oh come on,’ she said. ‘Amazing grace?’ he said smirking as her little face scrunched up with annoyance. ‘No,’ she said elongating the word. ‘His hand in mine?’ Elvis said continuing to act clueless. ‘No!’ she giggled. ‘Swing low sweet chariot?’ Elvis said. ‘Elvis!’ she said coming around to push him up on the piano stool and placing her tiny hand on his. ‘Oh this one,’ he said as his fingers started to tinkle along the ivory keys. Addison smiled up at him as he cleared his throat ready to sing. Addison enjoyed hearing him play and at that moment she needed it. She liked the song which was a good job as she had heard it countless times over the past couple of weeks since her father had taken to listening to it on a loop. Actually, he had spent most nights in the past week drinking whiskey with Vernon and listening to heartbreak records. The pain and sorrow of which he related to. Now he was outside, laughing and joking as if everything was okay when in reality she had spent the night listening to him sob about her mother leaving once again. He’d thought she couldn’t hear him, the record player covering his cries but he was wrong. So when Elvis had wanted to duck inside the church she had insisted on following him inside, knowing that he would be able to take her mind off of it and even rewrite the pain of that memory with a new one. She loved Elvis’ voice. It was soft and gravelly, especially since he had gotten a little bit older, nevertheless it was always the same comforting feeling.

That comforting feeling was there again but with it had come a surprise sorrow, one that had made tears prick her eyes threatening to spill over any moment though fortunately no one noticed her. They were too focused on watching the boys but even so she felt embarrassed and suddenly needed to get out of there. So, without a word, she stumbled past Sonny and Red and pushed her way out of the row until she was outside the concert hall in a long cool corridor. The lights were harsh against her eyes making them sting as tears began to fall over her cheeks. She closed her eyes and rested back against the cool painted brick, willing them to subside, which they did, disappearing quickly as she heard the click of a metal door opening and closing and looked up to find Sonny coming out of the hall squinting as he looked around due to the harsh white lights. As he spotted her he smiled, coming towards her as she straightened up.

‘You alright?’ he asked. Addison nodded trying to breeze past the slight sniffle that emitted out of her as she said, ‘yep.’ ‘You sure?’ Sonny asked sceptically, ‘you kinda bolted from there pretty quick-’ ‘It was a little stuffy in there,’ she lied, ‘just needed some air. I can go back in now.’ ‘There’s not much point,’ Sonny said, ‘they’re nearly done.’ ‘Right,’ she said. Sonny smiled as he slung an arm over her shoulders. ‘Come on let’s head backstage,’ he said. Addison nodded and kept by his side as they headed down the corridor to a guarded door. Sonny flashed a pass at them and they let them through without incident just in time for them to meet Elvis and the band as they came rushing off stage amped up on adrenaline and the cheers they could hear from the auditorium.

Elvis spotted her immediately causing a tidal wave of emotions to hit him. She was once again in that pretty black dress of hers, something he had not seen on the way over due to her winter coat, looking like a vision and making his blood rush southward. It was stopped though as he noted Sonny’s arm slung around her shoulders and though it looked casual enough he still didn’t like it. Without thinking he rushed toward her, his arms sweeping around her causing Sonny to take an awkward step back as he hugged her. She hugged him back watching him with a smile as she pulled back.

‘What did you think?’ he asked. ‘I loved it,’ she said, ‘thank you.’ ‘Well, it’s been a while since we changed up the setlist. I figured now was as good of a time as any,’ he said with a grin. ‘Yeah well you didn’t need to,’ she said. ‘I wanted to,’ he replied, she could feel his thumb brushing along her back in small circles which sent a shiver down her spine. ‘I know,’ she giggled, ‘but you didn’t need to because you already played my favourite.’ ‘What?’ he asked perplexed. He had wracked his brains for hours, even gone out of his way to get the boys on board with a new song and he had missed the obvious. ‘I mean it wasn’t my favourite rendition,’ she smirked, ‘I prefer acapella myself.’ ‘Acapella? Oh. Damn how can I be so dense!’ he said with a hearty laugh as he clicked on what she had meant. The set list had covered his singles but they had thrown a nod to some of the B-sides including her only request, First in Line. As she threw her head back in a laugh he couldn’t even feel angry at being so stupid. Instead, he watched her with a smile. People were coming into the room thick and fast now but neither of them seemed to care. Though they had to let one another go so Elvis could be thanked for his performance by various event managers they never strayed far from one another. Addison remained by his side, navigated wherever they went by Elvis’s hand on her waist.

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Addison was lost in sleep and though she could hear a gentle thunking just outside in the realm of consciousness she couldn’t pull herself out until she heard Elvis’ voice. When she opened her eyes she found herself in bed alone though she could hear running water nearby and the bathroom door was closed signalling Elvis was up and showering. As the knocking came back she heard him call once more, ‘Addie can you get that? It’s room service.’ ‘Okay,’ she called though it was punctured by a yawn.

As she climbed out of bed she shivered, her thin night dress not fending off the morning chill in the air now that she was out from under the covers. She looked around the room for something to cover up with but found nothing, immediately cursing herself for not dressing more warmly. Last night she had been a different person. Since the diner she had felt the shift in her and Elvis’ relationship but that night it seemed to have gone even further. After the concert, they headed to a bar to celebrate. His family and management had headed back to the hotel whilst him, Addison and the boys had found a place to enjoy themselves. They spent the night by one another’s side, talking in hushed whispers and giggles, their touches lingering a little longer than normal. It had been wonderful. And then when they’d come back to the room they’d spent most of the wee hours talking in bed. Addison had opted to wear a skimpy night dress, the alcohol in her brain suggesting teasing him might be a good way to get him to kiss her, but it had never come. Now she was cursing her drunk self for not wrapping up as she walked to the door and pulled it open.

‘Hi 512,’ the boy said with a smile, the bartender from yesterday. He was standing with a trolley in front of him, plates covered over with silver dishes though they didn’t protect the smell of French toast from wafting into her nostrils. ‘Hi,’ she said feeling a little self-conscious as his eyes travelled down her body, lingering on her cleavage before they came back up to her face. ‘Can I come in?’ he asked and she nodded, holding onto the door as he walked the trolley in and set it up. ‘I thought you were a bartender,’ she said as he turned around, flashing her a pearly white smile. ‘Jack of all trades,’ he said, ‘especially when I hear there’s an order for 512.’ ‘Ah so this is you going the extra mile?’ she said. ‘Well you left without tipping yesterday,’ he said coming towards her and standing by the door frame. He was looking down on her though she didn’t feel intimidated. In fact, she didn’t feel anything. She could hear the shower cut off and sounds of movement in the bathroom and she was acutely aware that she wanted him gone before Elvis came out.

‘Well this is on the tab as well I’m afraid,’ she said, ‘and I don’t carry cash with me.’ ‘I suppose your number will just have to do,’ he said just as Elvis stepped out of the bathroom. ‘Hey we get-’ he started though he stopped as he noted the other man in the room. He was wearing just a towel, drips from his head trailing down his torso but Addison couldn’t look instead she dropped her gaze to the door handle her hand was resting on, ‘there a problem?’ ‘No,’ she said, ‘foods here.’ ‘Yeah I can see that,’ he said tersely. ‘I just need a tip,’ she said. ‘My wallet is on the dresser,’ Elvis said moving into the room to grab some clothes. Addison flitted from the door and grabbed his wallet pulling a couple of bills out of it before she headed back to where the man was standing watching them both curiously. ‘Here,’ she said thrusting them into his hand. She could feel Elvis’ eyes on her as he leant in, dangerously close and said with derision, ‘I thought you weren’t a fan.’

Before she could say anything in response he headed out closing the door a little rougher than expected and when she turned around Elvis had his pants on, having slipped them on under his towel, and was now buttoning up a light blue shirt watching her closely.

‘Who was he?’ he asked as Addison diverted her gaze and started moving the plates to the small dining table they had on the other side of the room. ‘Just a bartender,’ she said. ‘Who does room visits?’ Elvis said, fiddling with his shirt cuffs. ‘Who knows how they work,’ she shrugged as she placed two plates out on the table. Elvis moved to come and sit in the chair opposite her, leaning back against the chair casually, his arm on the table. He wanted to ask her what was going on – how he knew that boy. But he couldn’t. He knew how jealous he would sound if he did and he had to be careful.

Because last night he had lost himself. He hadn’t cared about how anything looked and for a moment he had forgotten they weren’t a couple. He didn’t know why he had gone so full-on though he suspected it was the fact that seeing Sonny with his arm around her had made his blood boil. Seeing her with that nobody had done the same thing. Yet he had to reassure himself. Though they weren’t together neither of those men had her as he did. After all she wasn’t sitting eating breakfast with them, sleep in her eyes but a smile on her face as she caught him watching her scoff down French toast. They hadn’t spent the night talking with her or had her pressed up against them their fingers dancing under the chiffon that barely covered her thighs as she allowed them to hold her. No that had been him.

He was being dangerous he knew that, but he didn’t have the heart in him to care. He was going to enjoy it.

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