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“At the very minimum, we need to have their permission—and why do we have to get engaged?”
“Because an engagement is a testament that you’re actually serious about someone. You’ve had a lot of girlfriends over the years. We need something more rock solid, not just a timid distraction. We want the world to think that Jackson Whiss has finally fallen in love.”
Genna’s reasoning made her sound like a lunatic.
But I guess they knew way more than me.
“We have to get this okayed by Maeve and Tyson…” Lena looked to me, her expression asking for help.
“She’s right,” I said, trying to do anything to make her not hate me—and she did have a point. “I don’t want to agree to this until we talk to them about it.”
“Okay,” Genna sighed. “Give me just a minute.” She slipped out of the room again, and this time my mind went wild with thoughts, picturing Lena bent over the conference table, my dick deep inside of her.
Jeez. Fucking pervert.
I cleared my throat, pushing the thought away. “I don’t want this to cause any issues between you and Maeve.”
“It won’t. I won’t ruin her freaking wedding,” Lena snapped at me. “No amount of money is worth destroying a relationship over.”
I winced, pretty sure that was meant to refer to more than just Maeve. “Yeah, I get that.”
“Do you?” she retorted, shaking her head. “Because I don’t think you see anything other than yourself.”
“Why are you being so fucking cold, Lena?” I demanded, my irritation finally overshadowing the hurt. “This is ridiculous. I told you that I’m sorry. I wanted to help you. I never meant for it to come across like I was being a dick.”
“Yeah, right,” she muttered. “You should’ve known how it would go over. You act like you don’t even know me or something.”
“I…I don’t really know you.”
Fuck, that must’ve been the wrong thing to say.
Because she glared at me after that, and then her eyes were dropping away—and not coming back.
Shit, shit, shit.
Before I could come up with anything to say, the door swung open, and in walked Genna, Maeve, and Tyson.
“Okay, you two, have a seat,” Genna instructed. Maeve sat down right next to Lena, putting her hand on her shoulder—all the while sending me another glare.
Great. Now they both hate me.
“They’ve been briefed on this arrangement as well as the plan.” Genna rolled her shoulders, giving us all a look like she was more annoyed by us than anything else.
“And we’re fine with it,” Tyson said blankly. “We don’t like all the attention being on us about how soon we’re getting married. It’s really fucking annoying, to be honest.”
Maeve nodded. “It is.”
“Are you sure?” Lena turned to her best friend, worry in her voice. “I really don’t want to mess up your big day with this…stunt. I don’t even know if I can pretend to be surprised, either.”
“Well, to keep it as genuine as possible, we’re not going to tell you when or how it’s going to happen. So, you’ll know that the question is coming, but you won’t know the rest of the details. That usually leads to genuine shock.”
Lena made a face. “So this has been done before?”
Genna laughed. “More times than I can count. It’s a great tactic, and we keep some celebrities engaged for years if it doesn’t affect their personal life. Many of them don’t mind it. It lets them do whatever they want, and the media eventually grows tired of the story. It’s nothing exciting or new after a couple of years. Then, about the time when either of them is losing their relevancy, we break them up.”
“Wow.” Lena looked disgusted. “That’s…that’s a lot.”
“You won’t be engaged for years.” Genna placed a hand on her shoulder. “There’s no way we’d subject you to that. We just need the stability of it for Jackson, and we think it’ll coincide nicely with their new album releasing at the end of the year.”
