A gasp leaves my mouth as I stare at the sight in front of me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask a clearly drunk Trey.

"I'm here to see my girlfriend, hello babe." I cringe as the smell of liquor gets stronger.

"You need to leave Trey, now." I walk towards my door but he stands in front of me.

"You know you miss me," he smirks and I scowl with disgust.

Miss him? No, I don't miss being told how to eat, who to talk to or being beaten.

"I don't miss you, nor your disgusting ways so please leave before I call the cops," I tell him and he chuckles as if I made a joke.

"Call the cops? And have a whole scandal about calling the cops for the beloved Trey Morgan?" he smirks.

Does he think I care about the media?

"Yes." I tell him and he straigtens his posture, clearly aware that I'm serious.

"We could maybe try this again, we miss each other, our fans miss us. Come on baby." he grabs my hand and I pull away. His touch triggers my demons.

"I don't miss you Trey. Please leave." I tell him and he rolls his eyes.

"Yes. You do." he says through gritted teeth, trapping me between the door and him.

Our faces just inches close, I could feel his breath,pass me a damn bucket I'm about to throw the hell up.

"You still smell like caramel and vanilla."

"Actually it's vanilla and cocoa butter. But understandable, you're an asshole." Axton's voice flows through the air.

He grabs Trey by his collar.

As much as Trey deserved the several punches his way, Axton would end up in trouble, most likely for murder.

"Axton, he isn't worth it." I tell him, but he doesn't stop.

"Axton!" he finally drops Trey on the ground.

"If I see you anywhere near her again I'll send your agents your head in a box." Huh?

"She'll never love you. How long are you going to hide from that? Even if she does, you'll ruin her." Trey mumbles. Oh, so your multiple beatings didn't do that?

"Get the fuck off the floor and leave. " Axton tells him and he gets up, walking into the elevator.

"What was he doing here?" he asks me.

"I don't know, I came out the elevator and he was by my door." He looks at me as if he doesn't believe me.

"Look, it's fine you called him. But-"

"You think I willingly called him?" I ask in disbelief.

"Would'nt doubt it. One half-ass apology and you'd run back to him." Does he really think of me that way?

"Are you serious?" I ask him.

"Does it look like I'm not?"

"You think I'm some weak girl that misses her ex and would accept a stupid apology. Nice. Good to know Axton." I tell him, scanning my card, opening my door.

" I didn't say that," he mumbles and I roll my eyes.

"See you at the party, or not," I tell him slamming the door in his apparently sorry face.

I turn the lights on, throwing everything on top of my kitchen island. I go to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water. I look at the vanilla cake in the center of my refrigerator. Obviously remembering Axton's words.

Focus Sophia.

I think twice before grabbing a slice. I have a photoshoot with American Eagle tomorrow. I hate thinking I shouldn't eat certain things because of people. When Trey and I started dating he was perfect, five months later, he controlled everything. My diet, my friends, my outfit. I didn't do anything about it because I didn't want him to ruin my reputation.

My phone rings and I quickly rush to the couch, getting it out my bag.

It was the front desk.

"Hello."

"Hi Sophia, there's a package for you, do you want me to send it up?" Lisa asks and I decide a walk should clear my head.

"I'll come get it." I tell her, getting my heels back on, walking out of my apartment. I enter the elevator, as a man walks out, heading to my door. Holding a huge bouquet of roses.

He rests them down, walking down the stairs. The elevator closes and I wait as I'm taken to the lobby.

"Sophia, here is your package," Lisa tells me. I grab the box smiling at her.

"Uh, Lisa, do you remember my ex-boyfriend?"

"Trey right?"

"Yeah, if he comes to me, don't let him up please," I tell her and she nods.

"Mr.McKay already told me." Did he seriously?

"Cool," I mumble.

"Have a nice night Lisa," I tell her walking back to the elevator.

Stepping out the elevator, I grab the roses, reading the card.

I'm sorry, save me a dance?

- A very sorry Axton.

I'm still upset with him.

I place the roses on my coffee table, opening the box. A blue-grey dress falls onto my lap. The spaghetti straps, bodice with leafy patterns, the slit on the left. Perfect. God, I love Myra.

I quickly get my phone calling her.

"Hey Soph." she answers my call.

"I got the dress and I love it!" I tell her and I hear her chuckle.

"I know you would, listen I'll see you at the party right?" she tells me and I hum in response.

I head to my room, taking a shower. I get dressed into the dress and damn it looks good.

I do my make-up and brush through my hair. I spend almost twenty minutes looking for my bracelet, I couldn't find it anywhere, should have listened to mom and get it resized. It probably fell out of my hand.

I grab my black clutch, put my heels on and finally, spray my favorite perfume on. I turn the lights off and lock my door. Hopefully, when I get back there won't be a drunk blonde outside.

As I open the glass doors, reporters run up to me, flashes of light blind me.

"Sophia, where is your dad?" I would I know, he couldn't bother to talk to me.

"Will you be launching your summer clothing line tomorrow, despite all the rumors going around." This one I'll answer.

"Yes, those fake rumors will b cleared up tonight." I smile at the cameras.

They continue asking questions but I focus on getting to my car.