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“My son is a huge fan of yours and your brother-in-law. He says you guys were the best duo in years.” Matteo smiles.
A powerful wave of jealousy hits me. Matteo has a fucking son? My knees tremble, and I lock my legs to prevent myself from falling over. Jealousy coils around my heart and gives it a squeeze.
“Your son?” I choke on the words.
Matteo nods. His eyes scan my face, and his lips turn down. “Are you okay? You look pale.”
“I didn’t know you had a son. He’s never come by here before.”
“Oh, yes. He’s living in Milan, doing a summer internship hosted by his university.”
I attempt to get a hold of myself, but the world spins in a way that has me stumbling. Never during all of Brooke’s research did she find information about a son.
Santiago wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his side. I want to rip his hands off me for lying about something that seems pretty damn fundamental, but I’m also grateful for his presence. Matteo keeps dropping too many bombs for me to process them all at once.
Matteo’s eyes snap from my face to Santiago’s arm. “Wait, Chloe. How do you know Santiago?”
Somehow, I gather my wits and plaster a smile on my face. Out of the hundred responses I could say, I settle on the one I hope gives me better access to my father’s inner circle. If the way to his heart is through his son, I’m willing to take a few hits.
I stand taller. “Matteo, meet Santiago Alatorre, my boyfriend.”
The way Matteo’s eyes light up has me excited about my choice.
Sorry, Santiago Alatorre. He might be the King of Lies, but I’m the Ace of Spades. And that only means one thing for him.
Game over.
14
Santiago
Her boyfriend? What. The. Fuck. That’s all my brain can come up with as Chloe pats my hand covering her hip. Is this how she felt when I did the same? I’ve got to give it to her—this round of payback is a whole other level of crazy.
Matteo’s phone rings from some back room and he frowns as he rushes to answer it.
I move to take back my hand but Chloe’s palm presses against mine. “Don’t.”
One word has me freezing. Does she understand what she just did?
Of course, she doesn’t. You didn’t bother telling her who you were last night and now this is karma.
Yeah, karma, well fuck you. No one likes the asshole who says, “I told you so.”
Matteo rushes back into the main dining area. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go pick up my friend. I hate to leave.” He frowns at me.
Chloe’s face brightens. “Oh! That’s okay! What if we invite you over for dinner next week?”
I grind my teeth together. Now she’s inviting random people over to my house? I want to interrupt and cancel these plans before they have a chance to flourish, but the smile on Chloe’s face has me second-guessing myself. Maybe playing her fake boyfriend for a couple of occasions in front of her boss isn’t the worst thing ever. It’s not like I have much else to do once Marko leaves. Plus, I don’t mind her brand of positivity. It beats living by myself, counting the days from my bed.
Matteo’s frown morphs into a smile. “Really?”
Chloe nods. “Sure. I’d love to spend time with you.”
I raise my brows. Something about the way Chloe trips over her words throws me off. No one acts that excited about dinner with their boss.
Matteo’s enthusiasm makes him blind to the meaning behind Chloe’s words. “Great. We can set a date when you come in for tomorrow’s shift. I can’t wait. Here’s the spare key for you to lock up the shop.” He places it on the counter. “Santiago Alatorre! Wow!” He beams at me before walking out the front door of his shop.
When Matteo disappears, she steps away from me.
