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"Why was she crying, can you at least tell me that?"
"That’s not my secret to share."
I gape, "I’m still your girlfriend."
A series of expressions crosses his features, one after the other, too quick for me to understand what it means, and then he schools his face into a polite mask. "Are you?”
I reel back. “Wha—” I swallow around the ball of emotion in my throat. “Are you kidding me?”
He glances over my shoulder, and his gaze widens.
Seriously?“Declan are you listening?” I curl my fingers into fists at my sides. “We’ve been spending so much time apart, I’m not even sure if I know who you are anymore, and—"
He moves so quickly, I blink. The next second, he’s thrown me over his shoulder.
"Hey, what are you—" I gasp. A flashbulb pops. He turns around, storms past our friends who’ve been watching the entire spectacle unfold, and marches inside the house.
42
Declan
"Let me go!" She wriggles.
I tighten my hold on her.
"What’s wrong with you, Declan? What are you doing?"
"Trying to have a conversation without the entire world and their mother looking on."
"You’re crazy." She struggles anew. "And was that a paparazzi’s camera that took that picture?"
“Not even Sinclair Sterling’s top-notch security can stop a paparazzo from getting through to get a piece of the both of us.” Not that I’m surprised. Every time Solene and I get together, it results in a feeding frenzy from the news people. They’ve hung around outside my home in LA, followed me into shoots in the Australian bushland, trailed Solene’s concert tour bus between states in the US. You’d think having Hunter Whittington, the Prime Minister of this country, in attendance at the wedding would result in the protective detail being upped so much it would prevent the paps? But apparently, not. Seems they’ll risk being arrested just to get an exclusive pic of Solene and me.
As if reading my thoughts, Solene groans aloud, "Jesus, Declan, and you carried me out in front of them? We’ll be all over the internet in a few seconds."
"We’ll be all over the internet, one way or the other, anyway. If not now, then when you’re spotted running back to LA, or when I’m photographed taking the next flight out to my shoot. In a way, that pap did us a favor. This way when it comes out that we—” I firm my lips.
She freezes; her body seems to turn to stone.
I take advantage of her temporary stillness and shoulder my way through the back door of Sinclair Sterling’s townhouse, then up a flight of steps, and down a corridor. I shoulder open the door to the bathroom and that seems to rouse her out of her reverie.
“When we what—?” She asks in a low voice. “What were you trying to say?”
Fucking fuck, can’t do one thing properly can you ass-wipe?I lower her to her feet. When she pulls away from me, I almost reach for her, then stop myself at the last moment.See this through. You must see this through.
“What was it you were trying to tell me, Declan?”
“That I saw the pap in the bushes and decided to give him a show.”
She scowls. "You carried me out of there knowing the pap was right behind us?"
I shove my hand into the pocket of my pants, “You’re aware how much in demand a joint picture of the both of us is. It’ll drive speculation about the status of our relationship.”
"Relationship?” She scoffs. “We haven’t been in one for the last month."
I widen my stance. "And whose fault is that?"
"You’re the one who was so busy with the PR for your upcoming release that you had no time to call me," she spits out.
