lobby

/she stepped her foot into the room, glancing around for an open spot before settling herself in one of the chairs of the table and placing her bag and paper work aside and in front of her. exhaling out a sigh, she leaned back and pushed her hair behind her shoulders, then pulled out her phone to scroll through the media briefly.

@♔ Dove C. /he briefly wondered what was going on in the pretty blonde hair of hers, vaguely thinking that she would have gone to the extreme of hiring a private investigator to find out about him but the Davenport boy was too nice and undoubting. Afterall, who would be as interested? He hid a smile on the rim of his glass as he took one last sip, chuckling lowly as he set the glass back down/
I don’t think my arrival would have been kept a secret from you for much long. And no, I’ve never performed at any of Cameron Inc.’s festivals. I’m okay for small venues and bars for now, Miss.
/he chuckled once more, crossing a denim clad leg over the other, the toe of his vans slightly tapping against the glass of the coffee table/
Anyways, what brings you to Eden? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.

@♤ Edward D. I'll look forward to it.
/smiling cordially at him, eyes calculating as she scanned his figure once more suspiciously as it was obvious he was blatantly dodging the question that pestered her the most. She had to play this strategically and she'd most definitely have to call her private investigator after this/
I do, but I wasn't aware that we have a new artist on the scene. Have you performed at many of the festivals Cameron Inc. sponsors? We could use talent like yours.

@♔ Dove C. Of course.
/it was an empty promise; he didn’t need the help of the company, he did well on his own. Besides, it was true to his words- his family’s affluence got him to an extent, to the resort too and everything else after had been all him. Nimble fingers found the embossed card that was ed his way, eyes down on it as he scanned the letters before pulling his crocodile skin leather out of his pocket to place it in/
Thank you. Unfortunately, I don’t have my card but you will hear from me, Miss.
what can I say, Eden needs more of us.
/the shrug was airy and teasing, as was his tone. She was getting too close to the dangerous territory he called his personal life but he would indulge as best as he could, a Edward thought to himself. Taking a sip of his orange juice, the cold glass between his fingers, he slid slightly forward on the sofa to talk to her better, her tone surprising yet unfasing/
Tell you what, Miss Dove. You surely know what goes on in Eden right under that cute nose of yours.

@♤ Edward D. Hm, if you say so. Well, if you ever want to level your career up, you can call us.
/pursing her lips slightly at his rejection of her offer, pulling out her wallet to hand him an embossed card, with her details on it.
An independent rouge artist in Eden? I must say, I'm surprised.
/she cocked an eyebrow at him knowingly as she sipped from the cocktail glass, the both of them knowing that independent artists weren't allowed access to the world's most exclusive resort, so the man in front of her must have other connections as well.
Do tell, pardon my nosiness. I like to know everything that goes on here.
/smiling cattily at him, eyes glinting dangerously, though her poise and charm contrasted so differently to what she was portraying. A devil in disguise, as most people tended to call her/

@♤ Eiza G. You’re looking at the wrong direction then because you’ll be the one ‘begging’ if you keep this up.
/he emphasized with a confident smirk before taking his hands off her and following her into the loft, quite familiar with its interior already due to having been there a few times— even if all of which were late at night. In fact, he could probably count on his fingers the places they’ve yet to have on, if there was even one. Having pride at the uncanny yet adorable expression he brought out on her, a small smile then filled his lips/
Plan is definitely on. We got a long day ahead, I’m sure we can tone it down until nighttime or at least until we’re at the yacht, right?
/he winked, specifically hinting that he favored the latter, though of course he was sure they’ll still manage to spend a good time despite abstaining based on their amusing conversations in and out of bed/
And I’ll just order us something grand.
/squeezing her hand lightly before letting go, he then excused himself for a moment and called room service for their breakfast. Afterwards, he dropped himself by the couch and patted the empty space next to him, silently calling you over/

@♔ Toni M. /it was funny how both their bodies tensed in the span of moments, the cat and mouse game surely escalating things. Eiza had always taken pride in her ways and it was no hiding that his reactions to her ministrations pleased her greatly/
No. I’m looking for ways I can make you ask me for some good times.
/she shrugged coquettishly, a leg lifted to hook it around his waist, pelvic bones brushing against each other despite the fabric of their clothes. Her fingers bunched up at his shirt in a desperate attempt not to tear his clothes off right then and there, tongues and mouth messy on each other yet never enough to satiate or satisfy. A low groan left when the bell rang, signaling their stop which was her loft and she reluctantly pulled away, taking his hands in hers as she walked backwards and into the place that was brightly lit due to the sunshine streaming in. Putting on the mask of a perfectly disgruntled kitten who had been rid of its bowl of milk, she grumbled/
Plan is still on? To go out? Por que, I want you and I also want to go out. And I’m hungry too.

@♤ Eiza G. Touché.
/he merely rolled his eyes, amused by the fact that she never seemed to be bucked out of her high horse despite his teasing. He wasn't going to complain though because that's one part of her he found attractive and unique so to speak. Biting his lower tier at her answer, he swore he could practically feel the sudden temperature spike coursing through his skin and in the elevator itself/
Damn. Are you looking for ways to be punished, baby girl?
/his hands trailed downwards and grabbed your in one sweep before catching on to your parade of kisses and capturing your lips almost in an instant. For a short time, he was messily kissing her— a proof to show that he'd been resisting his urges since the morning, before he managed to pacify his lust and gave her the best of his flair, only breaking off their connection when he heard the elevator rang, signalizing they've arrived at her place/

@♔ Toni M. Since when do we even care about anything less that ‘excessive’?
/she purred, coyly peaking up at him from under thick and long lashes, bee-stung lips curving into a mischievous grin. If she wasn’t careful, things would escalate right then and there and while she wouldn’t mind -she loved the spotlight afterall- she was sure this was the attention that was uncalled for t that very moment. Besides, the two were better behind closed doors. Inspired by his own moves, her hand moved lower down his body, resting on his abdomen to feel the defined squares that laid under his shirt as she stood on her tiptoes, her heels giving her a boost but not so much to reach his lips/
I don’t think I could ever be sated with you, amor. Is that so? te he encendido tanto, papi?
/she added seductively, tone airy and musical as she placed her lips on the corner of his, purposely avoiding those luscious tiers before proceeding to rain a plethora of mischievous kisses on his cheek and jaw

@♤ Eiza G. Hah— isn't that an excessive theory?
/a roguish chuckle left his lips upon her words though he knew full well that she'd seen right through him at that brief moment. Like he said, she was a walking sin and he was more than willing to take a bite of that apple had it not been for the fact that they were in public; and yes, despite the fact he had his fair share of public , he'd rather not be so blatant about his escapades to the media. Entering the elevator, he finally relinquished his petty thoughts of being into the limelight and let his figure slacken around her, his calloused hands settling on her hips/
Are you that famished? Have I not fed you enough last night? And please, stop talking in your mother tongue unless we're in the bedroom. I'll have you know that it makes me feel... quite aroused.
/speaks in his naturally devilish tone as compared to the quiet and abrupt responses he gave her whilst they were in the lobby, showing just how much he didn't want to attract any form of attention/

@♔ Toni M. Like you’re about to eat me. Don’t play, you know what I’m talking about.
/came the abrupt answer, perfectly plucked eyebrow arched in his direction. She couldn’t resist the little smirk of coyness that in turn graced her lips at the sight of his devilish one, making sure the eye roll that ensued was caught by those icy blues for more dramatic effect. But it didn’t last long, her head thrown back as she laughed/
It was just a joke, amor. I know you can do whatever you want if you willed it.
/she grinned, a huff resounding in her chest at the abrupt pull to his taller and larger frame, lips molding against each other’s in a sensual battle of tongues. She smacked her lips as she pulled away, falling into step as they almost rushed up to the elevators that led to the luxurious loft she had for a crib/
Good idea, I could eat a horse. And no, you don’t have one. No seas tan aguafiestas!
/she exclaimed, pulling him into the elevator and backed him up to the wall so she could lean her frame into his, hands on his chest so her fingers fiddled with the lapels of the shirt he wore/

@♤ Eiza G. Like what?
/he asked, not intending to play dumb but rather to genuinely question what made her think such, as the corners of his lips lifted slightly to form a small smirk. It was fun watching her vary expressions in a short while and perhaps, he'd just like to note what he could've possibly done to rouse such scene from her/
Oh, don't worry about such trivial things. The yacht is more than capable to sail the entirety of Bermuda Triangle if I willed to.
/shrugging confidently, he then stood up on his own before holding her hand and suddenly pulling towards him— his hand holding the side of her cheek as he gave her a sensual yet quick kiss. The smirk on his lips only grew wider in comparison before he pulled on her yet again to lead them towards the elevators and up to her loft/
Let's just order room service, shall we. And do I have a choice?

@♔ Toni M. Why are you looking at me like that?
/the words tumbled past her lips before she knew it, eyes widening slightly in surprise and kind of awe too with the way he looked at her, as if he was minutes away from ravaging the woman. He was a predator in every sense and she had always been the tamer but somehow, somewhere, something changed. Sniffling slightly, she pulled herself from her position so she could sit up straight, still by his side whatsoever/
I’m just hoping another titanic situation won’t occur.
/she teased lightly, boldly leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on his cheek, closer to the corner of his mouth than anything before sighing, finally pushing herself up and to her feet, hands out for him to take as an invitation/
Breakfast sounds good, I’m famished. And you’re helping me picking clothes. Yes?

@♤ Eiza G. /at some point of marveling at her beauty, his orbs gravitated down towards her lips— ones that he enjoyed just the night before and ones that he wanted to ravage right at that moment; for some reason, he just could not help feeling a little bit on edge whenever she was around. It was like she was a walking temptation; but of course, he had better control than his thoughts made him out to be so he looked straight into her eyes once again/
It's been awhile since I last sailed. I'll have someone prepare the yacht. For the mean time, should we get breakfast and a change of clothes for later?

@♔ Toni M. /their positions would have seemed like they were very much together but they both knew otherwise yet somehow neither could help not indulge in each other’s presence. Dark locks fell over her shoulder in waves of curls, her knees resting on his clothed thigh. Her head lifted slightly off his shoulder at his question, the woman slightly taken aback at how close they were given how her proud nose brushed against his chiseled and stubble-grazed jaw. Pulling away slightly so she could look at him better, her eyes narrowed pensively/
Hmm... how about we go out to town? We’ll get food and maybe shopping? Or sailing? Or biking? Or we could Netflix and chill?
/the options spilled past her lips in excited waves, grin so wide the dimple at the end of one cheek was prominent.

@♤ Eiza G. /a small sigh slipped past his lips when she suddenly squeezed their figures into the cramped cushioned seat though he didn't waste time complaining because he knew she'd insist and they'll just do it her way afterwards, so instead he scooted slightly to make space for her and rounded his arm around her shoulders to allow a more comfortable position; breathing in deeply, he reveled at her intoxicating scent and soon eased his tensed muscles from moving too much/
Sounds fine with me. Any suggestions on what we should do?
/he asked as he flipped to the last page of the newspaper, skimming through its contents by then because it all had to do with celebrities' lives which of course he had no interest with; after his reading, he folded the sheets and looked at the woman— patiently waiting for her answer/

@♔ Toni M. /the laughter she let out was low yet carefree as she took in his handsome face, how it contorted into a little puppy-like grumble before he went back to his paper. Contrary to him, she wasn’t someone to offer her company to anybody, especially when it came to bed so it was a wonder for the lady who ran the Mexican cartel to be spending her time with someone. But what had to be done was in the process. She leaned further into his side, curling up quite comfortably so and fitting into the small space that was left from his larger frame and picked up her cup of tea once again, adding a sugar cube to it/
Mhm, so you’re free. I don’t have anything for today either, or at least not yet, so we’ll see how that goes. Shall we go out and about on the island?
/she offered, bringing her thumb and index to so she could the little crystals of sugar that had been left behind on her flesh before taking a sip again. Business hadn’t been hectic at all these days, and she took it upon herself to assume it was because she ran her empire with an iron fist but that could simply mean something was waiting to happen. Ridding her mind of those thoughts, she leaned her cheek onto his shoulder, gaze down on her cup of tea as she watched the sugar melt away/

@♤ Eiza G. /scoffing at her awry surmise, he simply shook his head and proceeded to continue with his reading, as if unbothered by the fact that she was a huge factor for his bright get-up. Apparently, it had been ages since he last had a good sleep— and sure, he had plenty nights of sleeping around with almost everyone in the island but none managed to make him fall in such a deep slumber like she did; but he supposed he didn't need to inflate her ego furthermore by admitting that/
Hmm... I haven't thought about it. Maybe go shopping or sailing? I don't know.
/he shrugged lightly, truly having no plans for today since work was working rather smoothly lately after the whole fiasco early this month. Maybe that trouble was the reason for his sleepless nights back then, but meh, he could care less about that now since it had been resolved/
How about you? Is work going to keep you away for the day?

@♔ Dove C. Thank you, Miss Dove.
/he beamed at the elfine woman, his laughter echoing in his voice. While he agreed with her words, the infamous song wasn’t all that he was. The cold glass of fresh orange juice was placed in front of him and with a gentle thanks at the waitress, he leaned forward to take a sip, smacking his lips when his sip was done as he placed the glass back down, motions halting in surprise when her offer was placed. Carefully and slowly, he turned to her, a morose grin on his face/
Thank you but I’m quite alright, Miss. I like making music independently and it helps the whole rogue-independent-artist vibe, right?
/he joked lightly, glancing down at his guitar briefly so as to hide the flash of guilt on his face/

@♤ Edward D. You're right, and please, call me Dove.
/thanking the waitress as she walked away
Ah yes, I believe I have. A bit pop-y for my taste but very popular among teens. Tell me, are you signed with anyone? I'm sure Cameron Inc. would be interested in a man of your talents.
/leaning forward so that she could easily talk to him, taking a sip of the fruity cocktail she had in her hand. Her dainty hands wrapped around the stem of the glass she held, the coldness of the drink making the glass drip with condensation. She was always one for a challenge, and this man had her curious as she didnt' miss the fact that he ignored her question as to why he was on Eden. Surely he was a man of stature, having access to the resort, but a new singer who had just broken into the industry? They never were allowed on the resort, so it peaked her interest even more/

@♔ Dove C. Well, it’s a small world, Miss Cameron.
/he chuckled, Browns the color of chocolate boring into hers. The waiters came by soon after, placing drinks of cocktails of various sizes and colors but sadly enough, he didn’t drink save for the occasional beer. Murmuring a gentle order of a glass of orange juice, he turned back to the lady, his own dark denim clad leg crossing over the other as they both delved deeper into the conversation. However, he did make note that he didn’t quite answer her question of his business in Eden/
As mentioned, of some reputation. You may have heard one or two on the radio, I’m not quite sure. But mayhaps you’ve heard of my song ‘Holding me Back’? Not to toot my own horn or anything but that’s the song which put me in the limelight.

@♤ Edward D. Maybe...I feel like I know you from somewhere else though. Never mind that, what business do you have in Eden?
/crystal blue eyes blinking at him as she leaned back in her chair, snapping her fingers up at the waiter to order them both drinks. She had a feeling that she'd be talking to him for awhile, whether it was for business or for something else? Who knew/
So you're a singer yes? Any songs I'd recognize?

@♔ Dove C. It’s no problem, Miss.
/he grinned, toothy and quite puppy-like, a smile that took all of his face and crinckled the corners of his eyes. He too tilted his head to the side, breath baited as she fought to figure out who he was before giving her an airy shrug, passing it off as she could have heard his music before/
Of sorts and some reputation, yes. I go by the name of Eddy most of the time so perhaps you’ve heard of me by that?
/he offered, grin bright as usual. If she did figure out his name, well but if she didn’t, it was even better. He didn’t need to fake carry the name he was ashamed of. Nodding slightly, he placed his guitar down back into its case, leaning forward slightly so his forearms could rest on his knees/

@♤ Edward D. /She smiled a typical business woman smile at him, though she did note that he was quite the looker. Brown, messy locks and chocolate eyes? He was a trap for lonely girls who needed love and affection in their life. She blinked to get rid of the thoughts as they shook hands, crossing a lithe leg over the other as she settled down in the cushion/
Thank you, I've tried my best. Edward Davenport...where have I heard that name before?
/head tilted to the side, her blonde locks falling over her shoulder as she pondered where she could have heard the name from before, since it sounded so familiar/
Are you a singer?

@♔ Dove C. /the music had paused for a moment, hand poised over the crumpled pages of his worn out leather notebook, messy yet cursive handwriting scribbling potential song lyrics down on the beige paper before he returned to and strumming his guitar, fingers expert and agile on the instrument but even that came to a pause, a halting stop almost when he felt someone sink into the seat in front of him. As if for protection and comfort, he cradled the guitar to his chest, grin cordial yet friendly as he shook his head/
Thank you but I’m still working on my craft.
/he chuckled when she complimented his voice. His eyebrows hit his hairline when her identity was revealed, his mind wandering off briefly to the thought of what such a princess would be doing in a place like this. But returning her handshake in a gentlemanly fashion, he spoke/
I’m Edward Davenport, Miss Cameron. And yes, I’ve heard of you. Quite an empire you’ve amassed over the years.

@♤ Edward D. /she watched him work for a moment, wheels turning in her head like the business woman she was, calculating whether or not she should offer him a proposition that she offered most people she felt were talented enough. Her blue eyes raked over his frame with a cocked eyebrow once he turned to acknowledge her presence/
No, no it's fine. You have a nice voice.
/casually waving her hand as she shook her head, curious about the young man that was playing the guitar. She got up from where she sat and walked over to him, gracefully sinking down in the chair next to his extending a manicured hand/
I'm Dove Cameron, of Cameron Inc.? I'm sure you've heard of us if you're trying to break into the music industry?

@♔ Toni M. No wonder you’re quite chipper this beautiful morning.
/she chuckled, freely teasing the man who, as long as she had known him, sported a scowl or a narrow-eyed glare most of the time. It served as quite the juxtaposition the duo, polar opposites yet absolutely needing each other when it came to both business and personal issues. And it still felt unreal, both literally and figuratively even as he casually rested his arms atop her thighs in a manner that was very familiar/
I did sleep well, thanks to someone.
/she laughed airily, lacing her arm around his shoulder as she got comfortable next to him on the armrest after plucking a piece of freshly cut fruit of the platter that had laid in front of them. She shot a distasteful glance at the newspaper, the headlines something regarding a corrupt politician but focusing back on the man, she asked/
What are your plans for the day?

@♔ Dove C. /words were flowing from his mind in inspired waves and he fiddled around in his guitar case to fish out his notebook and pen, writing down the lyrics and melodies for what can possibly be his new single but the boy yet had to master the perfection. The soothing hum of the guitar resounded around the lobby made of marble, soft yet slightly raspy voice joining in as he tried finding words/
Falling all in...
/he sang softly, trying to keep it down so as not to disturb the blonde woman nor the other two people in the corner but with one glance at her elfine self, the music came to an abrupt stop, eyes wide and a sheepish grin on his face/
Oh my, apologies ma’am. I hope I’m not disturbing you.

@♤ Eiza G. /the echoing of heels at such an early time ruined his serene customs and 'almost' ruined his entire morning had he not seen that the origin of his drawback came in the form of his woman, or at least of his fake partner for blatant and dubious reasons/ Considering I didn't wake up during ungodly hours and I slept next to your gorgeous figure, I suppose it couldn't have been better. /he answers candidly and glances at your face when he felt the light brush against his thigh, unexpectedly thinking of naughty thoughts upon looking at your exposed legs afterwards; to clear his mind out the gutter, he merely settles his arm atop your thigh and reclined on his chair before spreading the newspaper wider/ And you? Did you sleep well too?

@♤ Edward D. /taking a sip from the steaming black tea in the cup that had been placed in front of me, typing away on her MacBook, making occasional phone calls to her clients. She heard the soft humming of someone, glancing over in that direction to see a curly haired boy in the corner with a guitar in hand/