“Who’s they?” I sound like an fool. “I don’t . . . Why now? Why if you guys have virtually made it to the end line with none extra main distractions from the films?”

She sighs and appears up on the ceiling. “Lauren mentioned my interviews have gone too properly in line with his staff, which places him in a nasty mild.”

Resting my hand on her chest, I really feel her regular heartbeat. “You imply the pity celebration he was internet hosting for himself is over? He’s jealous. That’s what that is about.”

“His press hasn’t been flattering.” Draping her arm over her head, she angles her stare upon me, showing small and even fragile. “How am I going to outlive this? The press will ask all of the questions, and I don’t have the solutions.”

I hate that she feels much less due to that asshole. Taking her hand, I maintain it on my lap. “Why received’t Lauren be there to deal with it?”

“She has a premiere in LA tonight for one in all her A-list shoppers. She couldn’t do each on reverse coasts.”

“That’s bullshit. She needs to be right here as an alternative of throwing you to the wolves.”

Marina lastly sits up with a heavy-chested sigh. “I can’t dwell on this anymore. I have to go to my becoming, or I’ll actually be in hassle hitting the crimson carpet in sweats and a T-shirt.

I’ve struggled for hours to determine how I may also help her. With our relationship a secret from virtually everybody, I additionally don’t know the way I could be there for her and never break the principles Westcott Racing has put in place.

I obtain two texts from her hours later:

She’s sporting the identical designer from the identical assortment as me.

Me:

Doesn’t matter. You’ll outshine her.

After which after that, she texts:

They’re engaged and asserting tonight.

Harsh.

And if efficient, it should humiliate my lady at her personal premiere.

Fuck that.

She’s a fucking queen to be bowed all the way down to. And I do know who I’m. Her fucking king. Like I advised my son, we make our personal guidelines.

I pull one in all my tuxes from the closet and begin getting crimson carpet prepared.

* * *

I’ve connections, so it wasn’t laborious to snag a ticket. I’m hoping Marina can be joyful to see me. All the pieces we’ve got might be ruined by a nasty choice. This might be my worst of all time, and that’s a formidable listing.

Stepping out of the SUV, I straighten my jacket and button it. I don’t dig these occasions, however I’ve been to sufficient to know what to do. I’m guided ahead to the press and begin the sport, answering questions and taking pictures. The optimistic about not being introduced till arrival is that nobody is ready to speak to you.

The draw back, they wing it. “The final time we noticed you and Marina Westcott collectively, you have been holding fingers in Miami.” The journalist holds the microphone underneath my nostril and asks, “Are you right here to help her as a good friend, or is there extra between the 2 of you?”

I step again and reply, “She’s a superb actress. I’m right here to help her and the film.”

Probably not into the celebrity aspect of issues, I begin strolling forward till I hear somebody from the press corp yell, “Marina, over right here.”

I step to the busiest a part of the carpet and scan via the bustle of individuals. I don’t know what she’s sporting or how her hair is styled. I don’t have to, although. She stands out from the group.

With my eyes locked on the gorgeous goal, I transfer round individuals, reducing via teams till I lastly attain the sting of the realm the place she’s posing for pictures. They’ll by no means know the smile she’s sporting is faux, however I do. It doesn’t attain her fairly blues and falls in need of the apples of her cheeks.

I cease to catch my breath that she’s stolen, watching her personal the whole crimson carpet together with her presence. She’s sporting a pink costume so scorching it’s electrical with black footwear and her hair falling over one aspect. I flip to the man beside me and say, “She’s a knockout.”

Then he shoves his microphone in my face, and I do know I’ve screwed up. Does it matter anymore? I’m about to blow our cowl to smithereens. I stroll straight as much as her when she turns my means.

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