If I wasn’t this stunned, this would be a mic drop moment, but…my girl?What the hell?
The plan was for us to be seen together, not take over the red carpet walk with that kind of front-page making statement.
I glance up at my fake boyfriend with the intention of batting my eyelashes at him until he’s able to read the Morse code,‘Stop talking to the press.’
When I meet his mischievous blue eyes, I stop breathing.
He traces the necklace with a finger.
Although he doesn’t touch my skin, it doesn’t prevent my body from shivering.
Without looking around, I know every pair of eyes on the red carpet is on us.
I’ve never captured a man’s attention like I am right now.
It’s all fake.
None of this is real.
It’s for the camera, all part of a ruse.
Smoke and mirrors.
Keep it together, girl.
A tornado ripping through New York wouldn’t be enough for me to tear my gaze away from the man staring down at me as if I was the most precious thing on the planet.
Man, this guy knows how to play the part of fake boyfriend. Kaz should’ve warned me he intended on putting on an Oscar-worthy performance.
My cheeks burn hotter than they have in my whole life.
“I’m a lucky motherfucker.” On the heel of those words, Kaz’s beautiful mouth stretches into a… smile.
He’s smiling.
He’s actually smiling.
No, not a smile.
The sexiest smile in the history of sexy smiles, spread on his kissable lips.
My fake boyfriend, who’s too-damn-gorgeous-for-his-own-good, steals my next breath with the unexpected gesture.
Chapter 21
Irrational Obsession
Kazimir
As we enter The Hudson Lounge, I reach for my collar to loosen my tie, only to be reminded I’m not wearing one.
Answering reporters’ questions gives me hives.
Holding Harley’s hand, I march to an area where I can have a private conversation with her.
“I think we sold it,” I say.
She stares up at me.
