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I nodded. Her thinking face appeared, and I stayed quiet when she said, “I’ve been dreading to ask this question for a while…”
“Hm?” It seemed serious.
“What are we…” I held my breath when she continued, “What are we having for dinner tonight?”
Oh.
I swallowed and said, “We can go out. Try out the vibrator. What do you say?”
She hid her face in my chest, making me chuckle. I wondered if that was her real question or something else.
Because I wanted to be more. I wanted a real relationship. Not a fake one.
* * *
“Hello sir.” I nodded as the man bowed and showed me to the door where the douchebag worked.
“Remember our contract or you know what happens,” I said in a cold voice and walked into Garrett’s office. It was worse than I had imagined as he munched on chips and scrambled to sit straight upon seeing me.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice high pitched. I looked around at the pile of papers and post-it notes, some of them spelling out Summer’s name. He had ruined her prom night and continued to ruin her image for money.
“I’m here to spill some secrets,” I started, sitting down on a chair. It creaked with my weight. “You need to post a long article. It’s very juicy and filled with details that no one knows.”
His eyes lit up as he opened a new document and asked me for the heading.
What an idiot.
“I’m not fancy with titles, so you can come up with a creative one. Start typing,” I ordered, crossing my legs. “Hello, I’m Garrett. I was a complete asshole to my ex-girlfriend, Summer Hayes. I lied to her that I loved her to get in her pants, but when she wanted more, I spread false rumors about her being a whore and sharing her with my locker—”
“Hey! What the fuck is this stupid nonsense?” he asked, nose flaring.
I looked at him and he shut up. “That’s the fact, isn’t it? You continue to spoil her image in the public, hiding behind a screen while you are the real asshole.”
“So what?” He shrugged. “Many journalists are—”
I slammed my hand on his desk and stood up, glaring at him. “Post the story. With all the tiny details down to what color dress she was wearing and how she broke up with you. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you get fired and no one in the entire world hires you. Understood?”
He kept staring at me with wide eyes, leaning back in his chair.
I held his collar and pulled him to my face. “Understood?” I repeated.
He nodded, trying to get away. “Y-yes.”
I pushed him back in the chair and buttoned my suit. “Post it by midnight.”
I left his office and called Rahul to check the article before he published it. I had already called Heather and threatened her as well, but she was smart and left Summer a resignation email. I had suspected Heather since the beginning since all she cared about was money. Heather was the one who had called paparazzi on the night of Summer’s premiere, so she’d get bad PR. Since bad PR was also good PR. Summer had been devastated, but I had found a better agent and even a better agency to support her.
Summer had finally agreed to Moore’s collaboration with her candles, and I was thrilled to have her working in her own department in my building. I had found her staying up late in the living room and researching different scents for seasons. She was hardworking, but her impostor syndrome held her back.
“Are you ready for the interview?” she asked as cameras were set up in front of us, people whispering to each other as makeup was kept in front of us on a table.
Since she was getting lots of recognition from her role, and our products were selling out faster than ever, one of the most famous Hollywood editorial companies had reached out to us, asking for an unusual interview.
The concept was ‘boyfriend does my makeup’, and I had agreed without asking Summer.
I nodded. I was prepared. I didn’t know if she was.
When the camera started rolling, the interviewer started with a very simple question. How had we met? Was it love at first sight?
