I'm just what you made God, not many I trust.

I'm just what you made God, not many I trust. by pinklipstiiick featuring alexander mcqueen

"You're making my job really easy with that gorgeous face of yours," Cami smiled at Ben who's eyes were still closed. I swear, her entire face lit up when she looked at him, she even missed my sigh and eye roll.

He opened his eyes as she pulled back, done with whatever goop she was putting on his eyelids. His eyes dropped down to her ass and he smiled, "You're much easier on the eyes than Fernando."

I was tempted to ask him if she had a better ass than Fernando too, but thought better of it.

"You better not tell him that," She tossed her head over her shoulder to wink at him, both of them missing my umpteenth eye roll. "He's a very jealous man."

"Is he done?" I cut into the conversation, tossing down the GQ I had been reading since the tension between the two was much more amusing. What was even more amusing to me, was how they couldn't see it. Either they were blind or ignored it.

Cami looked at me with wide eyes, not yet immune to my bad attitude even though we'd known each other for a year now. She was what I called one of the good ones; wife material. You could bring her home to mom, yet you probably had to beg her when you wanted a blowjob. Who knew, maybe that was why they broke up in the first place. "I'm done with your boyfriend," She grinned at me, leaving me smiling back since I had to admit, I liked her. She was the kind of girl you couldn't dislike, nice to everyone. In an industry where everyone was either fake or needed an attitude adjustment? She was genuinely nice. "Good luck in the show," She said to Ben and squeezed his hand before grabbing the cellphone off the vanity and walking away.

My eyes followed Ben's as we both stared at her ass, watching it sway a little as she left us. "Stop," He said under his breath.

I grinned and tilted my head in his direction, "Stop what?"

"Grinning while you stare at her ass," He said flatly.

I shrugged and made my face serious instead, "She has a nice ass. You're allowed to appreciate that, but I can't? Do I need to remind you that you're not her boyfriend?"

"Do I need to remind you that you're my boyfriend?" He asked as he shot me a grin, being silly and joking instead of admitting that he wasn't over his ex.

I stared at him blankly, torn between calling him out and giving up instead. "So you're jealous of me?" I asked back, a small grin playing on my own lips and I could have sworn, he let out a breath of relief.

He nodded as he kept a straight face, pushing a stool in my direction, "Only always. I mean, look at you, you're handsome."

"Is Cami's boyfriend handsome too?" I asked right away, always ready with my comebacks. I could be hard on people, sometimes too honest, but all of that? It worked with Ben. He was honest with me and I returned the favor, its why our friendship worked so well. I knew I could trust him for anything. 

At the mere mention of that word he groaned, "I don't know if she has a boyfriend."

"I think I saw him picking her up after a photo shoot," I said casually, getting his attention immediately whether he was trying to play it off or not.

"Then you already know that I'm more handsome than him," He let a grin play on his lips even if it looked forced.

I shrugged, tempted to call him out on his forced smile and the way he froze up whenever someone even whispered the name 'Cami' around him. It was weird, their relationship and the way they acted like best friends was weird. I guess that was love, I really wouldn't know. "You're more handsome then most men I know," I tossed him a grin while he raised a brow.

"Most men? Are you trying to make me jealous?"

I laughed, shaking my head, "I've only got eyes for you, handsome." One of the leggy, willowy models passed by and eyed us curiously. Most people didn't know how to take our friendship since I had a rep for being an asshole and seeing that I wasn't really so heartless? I guess it confused people. She sped up a little as I lifted a brow at her, giving her one of my infamous stares that made most models speechless. The new girls, they feared me. I knew I should take offense to that, but honestly, the fact that I'd made such a name for myself in the industry made me proud. "Speaking of jealousy though, how's Celeste?"

Ben shook his head and gave me the same look he did whenever I brought up the girl, "She's not a jealous person."

"I was referring to myself," I smirked. "I know nothing about your girlfriend except that she's a little too young for you and throws hissy fits when you try to give her the boot after a booty call."
"Meaning you're jealous of her? Don't be handsome," He said as he tried to kept a straight face, getting a laugh out of me. I shook my head and raised one eyebrow, giving him a look as if he was hopeless, but I didn't say anything so he went on. "She's not my girlfriend anyway."

My brow stayed in place, "No? Then who is she?"

"Is Evie or Erin? Or Brigitte?" He asked back, knowing he had a point.

"I can't have three girlfriends," I grinned at him, wondering which one I would settle with if it ever came down to it and I had to choose. Each one had their flaws and honestly? If it did come down to it, I think I'd end up alone.

He shrugged as he grinned back at me, lifting his hand as if he were about to run it through his hair but dropping it on his lap a second later. "Why not? Too much to handle?"

"I'm afraid that none of them would be girlfriend material," I admitted out loud, sounding even more gay than when we openly joked about our friendship and being in love with each other.

Ben lifted a brow, "Explain."

"Evie spends half of her time in London and is more focused on work than anything, Erin is busy with school and becoming a doctor, and Brigitte?" I winced a little, still not having told Ben about the night his sister had met Brig.

"The redhead? She's hot, but she's awful," He said seriously, making me wonder if he drew comparisons between Brigitte and Chloe like I had.

I laughed at his reaction, "Yeah. See, everyone has their downsides and I'm going to end up forever alone."

"Or you'll end up being a trophy husband to Dr. Martin," He said as a joke, not realizing how much it irked me since my mom thought being a trophy wife was an actual profession and made a living doing just that.

I narrowed my eyes on him, "So when are you and Celeste going to start booking shoots together? You'll be the next annoying model couple."
"What's with the attitude now?" He asked with an eyebrow raised but kept his tone playful. "Jealous already? We're not a couple yet."

I sighed and dropped my hands onto my lap, "Yet?"

"Never," He said more seriously, the subject a touchy one just like the rest of his love life. I knew that his ex was an off limits subject... I guess the same went for the new girl. "We'll never be the next annoying couple."

"You're too cute to be annoying," I kept teasing him with a huge girn on my face as I crossed my arms against my chest, my eyes not leaving my friend.

He ignored me in favor of looking at his reflection in the mirror, "Speaking of which, how was the shoot with my sister?"

"I wasn't part of the shoot. I only made sure that everything went smoothly," I explained, probably saying too much to a simple question. I could have easily said good and left it at that.

Ben turned his head in my direction, raising one eyebrow, "I heard differently."

"And what did you hear?" I asked, annoyed since I didn't want rumors going around about me. I wasn't a model, I didn't date models, I stayed behind the scenes and liked it that way. I hated attention being on me, especially the unwanted kind.

"That you were getting handsy," He said and I groaned.

"I know that she's your sister, but she has a big mouth," I said seriously, always feeling like I took one step forward with Chloe then two giant leaps back.

Ben cracked a grin, "It was Celeste actually, but you're right, she does."

"Celeste is gossiping about me now?" I grinned, "She's still in high school, right? Or does she just act like a high schooler?"

"I see I touched a nerve," He retorted with a brow lifted.

"Your sister is one frustrating woman," I said flatly. 

"What's new," He retorted just as flatly.

I shrugged as I shot my friend a blank look, "Then why did you even bother to ask?" 

He let a smirk appear on his lips this time, "I did't ask you if my sister's frustrating. Actually, I didn't ask you anything." 

"Good, it means I have to answer to nothing," I said back and my smirk matched his, only bigger. 

"Sure that you have nothing worth to share?" He asked with a brow raised, buying into whatever rumors his girlfriend had told him.

"I have enough problems with the girls I'm seeing now, do you really think I need another woman in my life?" I lifted a brow. "And your sister at that?"

"Good point," He said and finally looked at ease. "So how are your girls?"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, thinking back to the party where Brigitte had made a fucking scene. We hadn't spoken since then and honestly? I wasn't in any hurry to call her. "Your sister met Brigitte last weekend and it didn't go very well... not for me at least," I admitted while Ben looked like he wanted to groan again. I made a mental note not to bring Chloe up anymore, not with Ben at least. 

"Can you stop starting your sentences with 'your sister'?" 

"Done," I smirked. "Let me rephrase that, I took Brigitte to the Lagerfeld party and she wanted to start drama with an unnamed blonde. She stormed out of the party and hasn't called me since."

He nodded his head, looking like he was processing my words and trying to skip around the part that involved his sister. "Good thing there's two more still," He cracked a grin while I laughed. "Erin's always been my favorite anyways."

Erin was the boring one. Gorgeous and smart, but maybe a little too smart for her own good. She corrected my sentences and often gave me that look like she couldn't believe I'd said something so stupid. "Meh," I shrugged it off. "Enough about me. Fill me in on where you've been the past few weeks, I've hardly seen you."

"Have you been missing me?" He smiled, trying to keep a serious face.

"Only always," I said honestly, making light of it though. Good friends were hard to come by and Ben Lindsell? He was an amazing man. 

He furrowed his brows, faking a straight face, "Did you cry at night thinking about me?" 

I shot him a smirk as I crossed my arms against my chest, "Kind of." 

"I'm back now, you won't have to suffer anymore," He shrugged and glanced at his wrist before realizing that he had no watch, he still had about a half an hour before the show started. He looked up and noticed the amused expression on my face, but I didn't say anything. "I went to Milan for fashion week, walked a few runways...the usual." 

"I know that," I said back flatly, making it obvious that work wasn't what I wanted to know about. "I bet you cheated on me with Sean." 

He gave me an amused look right back, shaking his head, "We went out together, but you're still the only man for me." 

At that I laughed, "Enough being gay, tell me something it's worth your breath." 

"Never enough," He grinned at me then his expression turned impassive, the kind of face that forewarned me that he was about to open up and share. We were men yes, but it didn't mean we couldn't be as gossipy as a bunch of school girls sometimes. We were only human. "I slept with Cami." 

And that? I wasn't expecting. 

"You slept with Cami?" I echoed him, my brows shooting up in surprise since just a while ago she was standing here and besides their usual flirty banter? You wouldn't have been able to tell that they just fucked. 

"I did, but we really slept. Just that," He explained.

My expression went blank as I processed that, biting back a smirk since Ben really did have an adorable side sometimes. Usually he just chose to hide it from the rest of the world. "Did you cuddle too?" I asked eventually and grinned. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, catching himself instantly and letting out a groan. That perfect hair? It wasn't so perfect anymore. "Your morning wood didn't ruin the romantic moment?"

"Hilarious," He picked up his empty bottle of water and chucked it at my head, narrowly missing me by not more than a few inches. 

"Hey! Trying to kill me?!" I held both hands up in mock innocence, "I was only curious."

"We didn't cuddle," He said in a more serious tone, leaving out the part that he obviously wanted to. Those two, they were still so in love with each other but chose to ignore it... it made absolutely no sense. And the people they dated? Celeste was cute, but Camille was gorgeous. It was an obvious downgrade and Ben knew it, his family probably told him enough that he didn't need to hear it from me. 

"But you wanted to," I said with a grin on my face, my words more a statement than a question. I already knew the answer. 

"Did I say that?"

"No." I let my grin widen, "You don't need to. Hell, I'd even cuddle her. It's already been established that she has a nice body."

He shot me a blank stare, "Remind me to never tell you anything again."

I smiled more innocently, "Okay, I take it back. So you two slept together and then...?" 

"Nothing," He said flatly and ignored the smile on my face which gave me away. 

"Oh come on, don't get all grumpy now," I smirked wide, wondering only briefly why he lost his shit every time his ex was brought up.  

He shot me a side glance, his face blank as he pretended not to care, "I'm not."

"I just want to know what else happened," I grinned even wider, only making him roll his eyes, "I'm curious." 

"Curiosity killed the cat," He raised one eyebrow at me, still dancing around the topic. 

"I'm no cat." 

His eyes dropped on my mouth then back up to my eyes, finally letting a small smirk appear on his own lips too. "You look like the chesire cat right now." 

I shrugged, slightly amused by his comparison, "He had a fat ass, I don't." 

At that, Ben couldn't help but laugh, his good mood returning just as fast as it had vanished. "Fair enough," He shook his head and dropped his hands on his lap, probably fighting the urge to touch his hair since he always seemed to do that when he was nervous. Or avoiding talking about a certain female in his life. "Anyway, nothing happened with Cami. We slept, then I got up, I made her coffee and left her there with Gabe when I went to work," He explained quickly.

I nodded my head, studying his face while trying to pick up on the part he was leaving out. If it was that simple, then why didn't he just say that in the first place? "And what are you leaving out?" I asked skeptically. 

"Nothing," He shook his head slowly. 

"So you told Celeste?" I knew he didn't. Girls were territorial, dramatic human beings. 

"There's nothing to tell her," He started and shrugged it off. "Plus she's -"

"Not your girlfriend," I cut him off with a grin, having heard him say those words so many times over the past month. "So I've heard."

 

"Just thought I'd remind you since you're a bad listener," He grinned back and looked a little more at ease. I still hadn't met Celeste, castings aside. Her wearing a bikini and doing a few turns hardly counted for anything though. Up to this point, her career was so-so, she had that starving model look, everything about her pushing towards high fashion and she'd probably make a name for herself... especially if she was hanging on Ben Lindsell's arm. 

I held my hand to my heart and did my best pout, "Me a bad listener? I'm offended."

"You, offended?" He asked with a smirk as he looked at my expression. "Never." 

"You're bruising my ego," I warned with an eyebrow raised. 

"Doubtful. Your ego is indestructible," He smirked, loving teasing me always and it worked both ways. "And huge." 

I let out a small laugh that proved him right, "It's not like you're any better." 

He bit back a grin and ignored me as he shrugged, "I can't blame you though, you have two or three girls stroking it constantly." 

"That's my dick, not my ego," I retorted as I shot him a cocky smirk, crossing my arms against my chest. 

"Same difference."

"You have someone who does that too, or is Celeste too young to have sex?" I asked, faking a serious face. My words got him groaning and he even rolled his eyes, probably a move he learned from his high school girlfriend.

"Hilarious, really," He said flatly. 

"Why didn't I meet her already?" 

"I'm sure you did at castings." 

"That doesn't count," I said casually. "I'm looking forward a proper introduction." 

He grinned, "We should go on a double date, but only if you're mine. I know how much you'd love that."

"And who'd Celeste bring? Cami?" I winked at him, knowing exactly the right punches to pull. In all honesty though, a night out with the three of them sounded better than even my favorite tv series. It'd be entertaining to say the least. "Who'd you go home with at the end of the night? The answer better be 'you Tristan' or I'm cutting you off."

A grin broke out across his face at my last words, "You Tristan."

I let my grin match his, "You're too good to me sweetheart. Celeste is a lucky woman."

His smile faltered ever so slightly, "What's your fascination with her anyways?" 

I shrugged, remembering what his sister had said, how she'd never seen Ben more happy in his life than when he was with his ex. Whatever he had with her, it wasn't what he had with his new girl. "A little birdy told me that she thinks you and Cami are going to get back together, so I try to gauge your reaction when I bring up Celeste," I said seriously. "And honestly? You don't show much interest in the girl, not that you do towards Cami either, but still."

He processed my words and had to know that I had a point, he wasn't big on sharing his thoughts or his feelings but I wasn't any better. "Who's this little birdy with a big mouth?" He asked with a brow raised, still reading too into my lack of a friendship with his sister.

"That's beside the point," I grinned at him as I waved my hand in the air, wanting to dismiss the topic. Always. 

"You never saw me with her so you can't know if I show interest or not," He answered eventually with a shrug, not being clear with who he was talking about. His life was suddenly more confusing than mine, at least the girl situation. 

"I saw you with Cami less than 30 minutes ago," I retorted, almost positive he meant Celeste but I liked making him squirm. We told each other the things that most people tiptoed around, the truth. 

"I meant Celeste," He explained flatly, getting back a smug grin from me. "I might be bad at sharing my thoughts, but you're not any better."

"What do you want me to open up about? My feelings?" I grinned at how much of a couple we sounded like sometimes. No wonder we had gossip surrounding us always... plus the fact that neither of us were interested in settling down any time soon didn't help in our favor.

But if I was going to get that sort of thing said about me? Thank god it was Ben and that people knew I had good taste.

He snorted and shook his head, "You're impossible."

"Me? You instead!" I grinned and ran both hands through my hair, simply because he looked like he was still dying to touch his own hair but couldn't. "What are you doing after the show?"

My gesture went unnoticed, getting a smirk from Ben as he parted his lips to answer, "Picking up Gabe. Cami has plans."

"You mean she has a date?" I grinned. "Is she staying to watch you work the runway at least?" 

"I don't know and probably not," He answered flatly, his mood shitty once again. Forcing a fake smile on that pretty face, he tried proving me wrong. I knew better than that though, I wasn't born yesterday. "I'm getting a whole extra day with Gabe." 

I raised one eyebrow, "Poor kid, he'll have you in a mood just because Cami's with another man." 

"I'm always happy when I'm with him," He retorted as he tried to ignore me, his eyes narrowing on me almost automatically since I rarely showed any mercy. 

"That I can believe, but-" 

"Do you have plans?" He cut me off and smirked before I could finish my sentence. 

"Rude." I lifted my brow again, not sure where he was going with this, "But no." 

He glanced at the woman popping out from behind a black curtain, her eyes on Ben and the nod of her head enough for both of us to know that it was was his turn to go. He got up and looked at me, "You do now. I'll take my favorite boys out."

"Just don't be upset at the end of the night when I don't put out," I grinned wide, a few women passing by and glancing our way. We were both serious most of the time so when we joked around in public? Some people just didn't know how too react. I think its why we did it so often.... well that and we were obviously experiencing the bromance of the century. 

He held a hand to his heart as he walked away from me, "One of these days, Williams."

"And I'm not a cheap date," I added with a wink, grinning wider as he let out a laugh.

"Don't I know it."