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“I beg to differ.”
“Elias… you need to meet me halfway.”
He shrugged. “Maybe you’ll be the one who can’t keep their hands off me?”
“I hardly doubt that, Mr. Sinclair.”
“Oh.” He charismatically smiled. “I’m back to Mr. Sinclair?”
“It seems to be the only way to get you to understand how serious I am about certain subjects.”
In a smart-ass response, he teased, “Are you flirting with me?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Now that I think about it.” He paused for effect. “I do have a boundary.”
“Great.” I sipped my drink. “Let’s hear it.”
“Alright, my boundary is you’re not allowed to dance with any man who’s not me.”
“That is NOT a boundary.”
“What can I say? I’m possessive.”
I rolled my eyes again.
“Roll your eyes at me again and watch what happens, beauty.”
“How else am I supposed to show you my disdain? And is that supposed to be a threat?”
“Don’t make it one.”
Resisting the urge to test that theory, I mocked, “How insecure are you that I can’t innocently dance with one of your colleagues?”
“Capri.” He leaned forward, setting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t share, so define that as you will, but baiting me won’t end well for you. I highly suggest you don’t continue to test me on something I have no patience for. You asked for a boundary, and I gave you one. Understood?”
“Fine… I’ll respect yours if you respect mine.”
“Not a chance in hell.”
I was about to open my mouth to rebuttal, but the limo abruptly stopped. Moments later, Elias reached for me to step out of it. Once I did, flash after flash from the paparazzi blinded me.
Elias went to the first reporter to answer their questions as soon as we started walking the red carpet. He needed to make nice with a few as part of his press tour.
Our engagement was always the first question they harassed and hounded him about. That was the thing about this industry and what messed with your mind more than anything else. Growing up, I never truly knew who wanted to be seen with me because of what I could offer, with notoriety, with money, with fame.
Everything in life came with a price.
And I found that out at a very early age.
Now you put Elias Sinclair into the equation, and it was a whole other level of prying and poking until they got all the juicy gossip. If I realized one thing about him was that he didn’t have any friends. His career truly was his entire life. Which caused me to be sad for him.
He had to be lonely.
By the time we arrived at the front of the convention center, swarms of people stood out in the street in front of it, waiting for Elias’s arrival. They chanted our names as we walked up to the entrance with my arsenal of bodyguards surrounding us. There were people in every direction I turned, waving to all of them around me. I showed my appreciation to each one of them for coming out tonight.
He led me toward the press junkets as the paparazzi unceasingly snapped photo after photo of us, making it extremely hard to see with all the blinding flashes coming from all directions. It was almost impossible to hear anything with the jumbled voices of photogs and fans, yelling over each other to get our attention.
