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“Don’t fuck her friend.” I shake my head, checking my phone.
My personal assistant sent me a message. There’s a link which has my name as well as Lottie’s.
Recently Divorced Billionaire Set to Marry Senator’s Daughter
Then, following the headline is a picture of myself and Lottie from the engagement party. How the fuck did they get this? Maybe avoiding her will be harder than I thought.
Smiling, I put the phone to my ear when it rings.
“Bunny.”
“Don’t you Bunny me. Did you see that article? Did you tell the press?”
“No,” I answer truthfully. I don’t need this to be a big thing. Just enough that her parents believe it’s true.
“Fuck! Hold on,” she goes, and Barry turns around to face me, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, looks like Daddy dearest did. Fuck!” She hangs up. Of course he did. If he can have his name in the press, he does it regardless of the cost. He just doesn’t want anything bad associated with it.
“What is it?”
“He put a piece out in the paper.”
Barry swears. “Well, you did know who you were dealing with.”
I nod. I did, but still. His own daughter didn’t give him permission.
“I took a month off her contract,” I tell him.
“You what?” He shakes his head. “For the kiss, right?” he guesses correctly.
“She should have the papers any minute.”
“How long do you plan to play this game?” Barry asks.
“Until I want to stop.” I smile.
“Don’t invite me to your funeral then.”
“You aren’t invited.”
“Good.”
Lottie’s at home and in bed later that night, and on my side of the bed is the contract, signed. She doesn’t turn as I start to undress and head to the shower. When I come out, she’s sitting up with her cell in hand.
“Billionaire’s ex-wife says the wedding is a scam. Whiskey Corton is still in love with her, and she can prove it. She also claims to have evidence that he cheated on Miss Snow,” she reads, not looking up.
“There’s one thing I want to set straight. Right fucking now, asshole. You don’t get to touch my business, and that better be in the contract. I bought that all by myself and no one will take it from me.” She is gripping the cell as she looks at me.
“Put the phone down. What need would I have for a bar? You know how much money I have, right?”
Lottie does as I ask, then she looks up to me. “You do know how to pick them, right?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I do. I picked you, so I guess I’m doing all right.”
She slides back down in bed. “Do you love her? Is she right?”
Dropping my towel, I climb straight into bed, while she watches, not saying a word. “No.”
“Have you ever been in love before?”
