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The covers are pulled off and I look up to find Bastian standing next to the bed looking down at me. Concern is etched across his face when he sees me curled into the fetal position in the middle of the bed.
Instead of laughing at me or telling me to get over myself, he climbs in next to me and pulls me into his chest. I shouldn’t take this much comfort from him. I’ve already taken so much.
“What’s wrong, princess?” he asks, his arms tightening around me momentarily as I burrow into his t-shirt.
“Nothing,” I whisper.
“It’s not nothing, baby, especially if you ran out like you did. Come on, talk to me.”
“I…” I close my eyes, my heart racing as I dig deep and look for the courage to ask him what I’ve wanted to know for weeks because I can’t keep wondering. “What happens when you get the club? Do we just forget everything we’ve been doing as if it never happened?”
He’s quiet for so long I’m not sure if he’s going to answer me but I don’t miss the way his arms seem to loosen around me or how he exhales a heavier breath. The words are too much for him to speak.
“I care about you, Alex.” He pauses, trying to find the right words. “When I promised you that I wouldn’t fall in love with you, I meant it. I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together for the last month and when this is over, I don’t think I’ll be ready to walk away. We don’t need to put a label on this. We can just take it one day at a time.”
A frown graces my brow, and I pull away from him, needing to look into his eyes. I search his gaze for answers but come up short. There’s nothing but an unreadable expression reflected back at me.
“Don’t think too much into it, princess.”
He’s right. What we’ve had this last month has been nothing short of amazing. He’s mine in every sense of the word, just like I’m his. We don’t need labels to define us.
“Okay.”
His lips brush over my hair as he pulls me closer.
“I need to go to work soon. I’ve got a conference call with London, but I’m going to leave my card and I want you to get whatever we need for next weekend.”
When he’s gone, I climb out of my bed and find my phone, shooting off a text to Meghan and Savannah, asking if they can come over. Within seconds my phone rings.
TWENTY-SIX
Alex
When I got off of the call with Meghan, I called Savannah. They both dropped what they were doing and came to my place. With drinks in hand, we’re sitting in my living room and I’m updating them on everything that’s happened since Sebastian and I got back from Chicago.
“So, let me get this right… You told the old guy, that Sebastian wants to buy the club from, that you already married him and now you have to stage a fake wedding? And your fake fiancé left you his credit card to spendwhateveryou want on a wedding that isn’t real?” Savannah asks.
Even though her face is free of judgment, I can’t help but smirk at the insane situation I’ve landed myself in.
“That’s pretty much it.”
My eyes flick between Meghan and Savannah as silence fills the room. I collapse against the back of the couch as a lump forms in my throat.
“What’s wrong with that?” Meghan asks as she leans forward.
I don’t recognize my own voice when I reply to her, “I might, possibly, have feelings for him that are more than I bargained for.”
Meghan’s voice is filled with concern as she asks, “You know you don’t have to do any of this, right?”
“I know,” I whisper.
“But you want to… for him?” Savannah says, her face filled with a knowing look.
I don’t need to think about it, my response is immediate. “Yes.”
Meghan stands from her seat, smoothing a hand over her growing bump as she moves to grab her bag by the front door. “Come on, let’s go get you a dress and organize your dream wedding. We have money to spend!”
“I don’t need a dress. I can wear som—”
