I walked into the office followed by Easton for legal support and Atlas…
Because he wanted to offer scary motherfucker support, I guessed.
I watched as the man’s steps faltered for a second when he realized I wasn’t alone. But he was quick to recover.
Smooth.
Tony had always been smooth.
He sat behind his oversized desk and gestured to his phone. “Everyone and their mother has been calling about you. I’ve got five offers in hand, no read needed. Starring roles, Tripp. Big-budget, leading-man roles. The buzz is hot, but you, my favorite client, are hotter.”
“And all it took was my trust. My privacy. And nearly my relationship.”
Tony blinked, playing stupid. “I didn’t realize you were dating anyone.”
“Yeah, you did. And you knew those quiet nights in were already taking me off the front page of the gossip sites. If I settled down, there’d be no more parties. No more nights out. No more drunken antics for them to report. The only bad press is no press, right?”
“Look, I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Tony’s gaze darted behind me. “I don’t know who is trying to turn you against me, but they’re lying. They’re out for something.”
“So you didn’t pay Alex to fill my house with dating app conversations so Greer would end things?”
“No—”
“And when that didn’t work, you didn’t leak the videos and photos from the Hullywod party to scare her off?”
“Like I said, I didn’t even know you two?—”
“Bullshit,” Atlas grumbled. “Anyone with a fraction of sight and two working brain cells could see they were together.”
“Not to mention,” I said, “the angle of the video didn’t come from the press. It was from the side. Where you were.”
“There was a whole crowd around me.”
“But only one person knew which bathroom I went into. You’re the one who showed it to me.”
I hadn’t put it together until Alex happily blabbed to save his ass, but there was no one else in that hallway.
As soon as I realized that, I called Greer to confirm.
Tony had been the one to tell her where to find me.
“You thought those women and the blow would tempt me, and that Greer would catch me with my pants down and cause a big scene.” I shook my head, feeling like a damn fool that I’d missed so many signs. “The parties, the clubs, the paparazzi. You set me up.”
“How would I do any of that? How would Iknowany of that?” It was Tony’s turn to shake his head with fake concern. “I’m worried?—”
“You hacked my phone.”
“Now you sound paranoid.”
“Cut the shit. Alex told us everything.”
Tony tossed his cell to rattle on the desk. “Check it. There’s nothing on there.”
“Of course not. You let Alex keep it all on his phone so if it was ever traced, it was his ass on the line.”
“But he had a hell of a lot of evidence,” Easton chimed in. “Texts asking for information, schedules, and pictures. Money transfers right after he delivered.”
“None of that sounds traceable.”
