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“Capri, how do you feel about your engagement?”
“Capri, was Kyle cheating on you while he was in Europe? How do you feel about that?”
“Elias! How’s it feel to have Capri back in your life?!”
“Capri, you look amazing! How’s it feel to be engaged to your client?!”
“Capri! Kyle was using you! Can we get an exclusive?!”
I smiled, regardless of the persistent badgering from the reporters. Everywhere and anywhere we went, they followed. Shopping, eating, outside the hotels, and the gym… it was endless, and the assholes had no boundaries.
This may have been the first time we were at an event together, but you’d think we’d be used to the press by now. Through the years, everything was fair game to them, including causing car accidents just to get close to Elias when he was driving. He couldn’t even go to the bathroom without it being turned into some headline news. They were borderline stalkers with no laws to stop them or protect us from them.
So I just put on my happy face and waved to the crazed sons of bitches like the perfect publicist, playing the role of the future Mrs. Sinclair. Besides, if I showed my true colors and told them to mind their own business like I always wanted to, they would just get the reaction they feened for. Like the bloodhounds they were, they’d sell the footage and pictures of my outburst to tabloids, media gossip sites, and so on. I’d end up making them thousands and thousands of dollars for the “money shot” of my meltdown.
In the end, it wasn’t worth it.
“Alright, the only reporters you have left to answer questions for”—his assistant Renee interjected, reading off the agenda in her hands—“are Access Hollywood, Entertainment Tonight, E! News, and Extra.”
He nodded, stopping for more photos, more questions…
More.
More.
More.
Nothing was ever enough.
“How does it feel to be at the height of your career?” An E! News reporter asked at his last interview of the night.
“I feel beyond blessed to be living out my dreams. I’m a very lucky man.”
“You’re relatively young, and you’ve accomplished so much already. What’s next for you?”
Elias smiled, bringing my hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “Getting married to my beauty.”
He answered a couple more questions for E! News, finishing up the last round of pictures before we were ready to head inside to the event. After he gave the cameras picture after picture of everything that would sell their magazines, he grabbed my hand and led me inside.
The convention center manager greeted us, “If you’d come right this way, I will personally escort you up to your reserved section.”
Elias took my arm and led his team and me through the back entrance, away from prying eyes and down a long, empty corridor. His usual bodyguards fell in place, surrounding us with some extras the convention center assigned solely for this event.
We followed him into a private elevator and up to a reserved, secluded area that took up half of the second floor. With crystal-clear vision, I scanned the open space from the plush white leather sofas lining the entire back wall. Set farther back from the nosy eyes were tables stocked with nothing but the finest liquors and food that money could buy.
We were in Seattle, and he rented the convention center for all to attend. Each plate was two thousand dollars, so the night was headed for many donations by the elite. I recognized almost everyone there, from senators to CEOs and everything in between.
Elias Sinclair had my devoted attention wherever he went. The way he governed a room was not lost on me. The power with which he excelled was kryptonite to me, and I hated that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.
His elites were already up there, awaiting his presence—drinking, smoking, mingling while he worked as they played. Elias didn’t miss a beat. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to his body. Close enough that he left no room between us. He kissed my neck, laying soft pecks along my shoulders.
He gave the people exactly what he wanted, and their enthusiasm only triggered him to have his hands all over me, and I couldn’t help but enjoy his attention. He had the ability to make me melt at his feet, and he loved it too. Especially when he was on stage talking to hundreds of people as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do.
It came naturally to him, and he showed no uncertainty in making sure that everyone knew what he expected from them. After he found me from across the room, he took a long stride in my direction, his intense gaze solely focused on me.
Once he stood in front of me on the dance floor, he rasped in my ear, “Nobody can take their eyes off you.”
He tugged me closer to his torso, wrapping his arm around my lower back and holding me at his side. The crowd parted, forming a large circle around us. It didn’t occur to me until that moment that maybe we should have practiced, but Elias quickly pushed away my insecurities.
