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“Yes.”
“Fuck me.” I could hear the regret in his tone.
“Please … please don’t ruin this for me. Not now. Not after that.”
“Let’s go,” he growled, stepping away from me. “I need to get you home. Now!”
He was mad.
Pissed.
Fuming.
Except for this time, I didn’t care…
He loved me.
And with that first kiss, he declared war.
Chapter Eleven
—Autumn—
Day Two of Press Tour
I woke up to my cell phone ringing bright and early after tossing and turning most of the night. I ended up leaving Julian at the bar with his confessions unsure of how to proceed with it. My mind was spinning, and it didn’t stop for the rest of the evening.
For the first time in I don’t know how long, I dreamt about the first time he kissed me. The dream played endlessly throughout the night, annoying the hell out of me.
I didn’t open my eyes to see who was calling, groaning, “Hello,” into the phone.
“Autumn! How could you not tell me you leaked your own story?” Laurel questioned, and I yawned.
“What are you talking about? What story?”
“You didn’t tell me you had plans to do this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think it’s brilliant, but why didn’t you tell me?”
“Laurel, you’re speaking in circles. I don’t understand what you’re talking about. What story?”
“Your history with Julian. The world loves a second chance romance—they’re going to eat this shit right up.”
I shot up, sitting in bed. “Second chance romance, what the hell are you talking about?”
She knew Julian’s and my history. Of course, I told her. It was why she knew I could handle him, topping it off with the promotion to make partner once I had.
“Autumn, it’s all over the internet. Charles’ interview set the stage on fire.”
“Charles’ interview?” My heart dropped. “Oh my god.” Quickly, I grabbed my laptop off the nightstand, hitting the Safari button.
In less than a second, my whole world and life as I knew it was the headline of every news media outlet. Reading…
High Society Publicist, Autumn Troy, has not only taken Alpha CEO, Julian Locke, on as a client, but she has also claimed his cold, brutal heart. The two go way back—he was her first love. She was his. Can we say second chance romance?
All the blood drained from my face.
“That motherfucker! No, he did not tell Charles we have history! I’m going to fucking murder him! Do you hear me, Laurel? I’m going to jail because I’m going to fucking kill him!”
“Autumn, calm down. Is this not true? Have you guys not rekindled?”
