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Kayla clears her throat. “No one is forcing you to do that, Asia.”
“I know.” I lift my chin. “It’s my decision.”
Hansley scoffs. “It’s mine too. And I’m against it.”
“You know staying married is the best choice, Hans.” Brett’s voice is low and firm. “We show Jensen that you’re not the guy the tabloids made you out to be. We prove that you’re settled down. We get the contract and then you can do whatever the hell you want.”
“I’ve been thinking about it since we talked in the boutique,” I whisper to Hansley. “It’s the best option.”
“No, it’s not,” he growls.
“What about you, Kayla?” I turn to the screen. “Will staying married to the ‘wrong’ guy help or harm the Make It Marriage image?”
Her eyes narrow in thought. “We could spin it in our favor. It wouldn’t be the truth, but it would keep our clients and our investors calm until we can figure out a better, more permanent solution.”
Grumbles of agreement rise around the table.
“No.” Hansley’s jaw flexes. “I don’t agree with this.” His eyes move from Brett to Kayla. “You guys are freaking insane.”
“Hansley!” I scream when he charges for the door.
Brett starts to rise.
Tierra grabs his hand and keeps him in place. “No.”
“He needs some sense beaten into him,” Brett grumbles.
“Let Asia go,” Tierra whispers. Our eyes connect over the table.
I dip my chin.
Suck in a breath.
Run after the furious billionaire.
Sixteen
Hansley
“Hansley!” Her sneakers pound against the tiles. She reaches out and grabs my elbow. “Hansley, stop!” Asia bends over, trying to catch her breath. Her hair spills over her shoulders and dangles to her waist. “Why are you so upset?”
“You don’t have a problem with what they’re trying to pull in there?”
Her dark brows crawl together. “Aren’t you the one who said you’d lose a contract over this?”
“There’s always another way,” I hiss. “Always.”
“None that can solve everyone’s problem.”
“Why the hell is that responsibility on you?” I shake my head. “No. I’ll call a lawyer and get this marriage annulled.”
Asia’s quiet voice echoes in my head. “Is it me?”
My heart lurches, throwing itself against my ribs as if it wants to break out and flop at her feet. I come to a complete stop.
“Is acting like you’re in love with me that unappealing to you? Or is it the fact that you wouldn’t be able to have other women?” Her eyes go dim. “I know I’m damaged goods, but I can fake it. I can—“
I turn swiftly.
