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“Then dress in fucking rags,” I snapped, feeling her rejection down to my bones. “Just be ready.”
“Where are we going?” she bit out.
“The Green Room,” I answered, sounding just as sourly.
“Are you crazy?” she asked again. “I don’t have anything suitable for The Green Room.”
“Wear what you want,” I repeated. “It’s not like they’re going to refuse us service.”
Wrong thing to say.
“Of course, they won’t,” she scoffed. “For the same reason women are so eagerly willing to give up the ass to you; you’re Titan Miller.”
“Yes, I am,” I practically growled. “I’m Titan fucking Miller, and I always get what I want, because I’m not scared to fight dirty for what I want, and guess what? I wantyou.”Might as well put all my cards on the table. Lux wasn’t the kind of woman that you pussyfooted around.
“We arenotdating,” she repeated.
“Keep telling yourself that, baby,” I scoffed. “But for the next four months, you’re mine.”
Ignoring that, she said, “We don’t need to go to The Green Room to make a statement.”
“Then pick a place,” I told her. “Just be fucking ready when I get there.”
I hung up on the wench before she pushed any more of my buttons. It shouldn’t be this hard to ask a woman on a fucking date.
“You okay, Miller?”
I looked up to see Coach Madison eyeing me. “Yeah,” I lied. “I’m just peachy.”
Chapter 12
Lux~
Ihad chosen Merlin’s Steakhouse because you could go dressed up or dressed casually, and I had wanted to fall somewhere in between. No matter how much I might not like it, being publicly tied to Titan was going to put me in the spotlight, and I couldn’t afford to be painted in a bad light. I still had a job to do, and if my public persona suffered, then no one would ever want me to represent them.
Nevertheless, I didn’t need to be seen at The Green Room with Titan, having everyone label me as a gold-digger. I mean, I knew that people were going to call me that anyway, but I didn’t need to give them proof of it. Despite the Wolves winning tonight, there was no need to eat at The Green Room unless it was someone’s fiftieth wedding anniversary, someone got into law school, or…or I couldn’t think of anything else. The Green Room could set you back thousands just to eat there, and I never could understand how some places were able to do that. I guess people wanted to ‘belong’ so badly that it was easy for a business to profit off that.
At any rate, when Titan had picked me up from my condominium building, I’d been grateful not to live in a house. While the media could easily find out where I lived, it was harder to get into a secured building than it was to just walk up to someone’s front door. Sure, someone in my building could probably be bought off, but an actual street address would have been more difficult on my privacy.
When Titan and I had arrived at Merlin’s, the whispers had spread through the restaurant almost immediately. The manager had done us a solid by finding us the most private table that he could, but the entire restaurant knew that Titan Miller was in the house, so I could see him getting bombarded with autograph and picture requests, even if they did have the decency to wait until we were done eating.
“If you keep scowling like that, everyone’s going to be predicting our breakup by morning,” Titan said, and his words had me feeling a tad bratty.
I let out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry. I…I’m just not use to this, and it’s kind of stressful to be…in the public eye like this.”
“It gets easier,” he remarked, and that wasn’t helpful to me at all.
“Yeah, well…I haven’t had ten years to get used to adoring fans,” I retorted.
“I’m not going to spend the rest of our lives apologizing, Lux,” he said, and I hated how my heart thumped when he said crap like that.
Earlier, when we’d been on the phone, I’d been stunned at how Titan had claimed that we were really dating. He’d gone all alpha-male on me, being as straightforward as a man could be. He’d stated that he wanted me, and as Titan Miller, he was used to getting what he wanted. I’d been appalled and turned on all at the same time.
“Rachel keeps making social media posts about her pregnancy,” I said, directing us back to the reason for our whole fake dating in the first place. “Though she hasn’t mentioned you specifically, they’re still posts that are chronicling her days as a pregnant woman.”
“I know,” he replied evenly. “Evan’s tracking her every move.”
“Titan, why would she do this if the baby isn’t yours?” I asked.
