will marry you, and I’ll make sure we marry in a country where there’s no fucking divorce.” As she cried, he kissed her hard. “You won’t get away from me now.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. “I love you so much.”
He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I love you so much, mégaira, but don’t think that I will so easily let you get away with the stunt you pulled a while ago.”
****
Reporters jostled against each other as they battled for the best spot to enjoy a clear shot of Leandro Christopoulos and his future wife as they held a press conference to announce their engagement.
Leandro spotted a familiar face. “Tyler Jenkins?”
Tyler paled. Oh no. What had he done again? He remembered the last time Leandro had looked at him, with a look of such cold rage on his face that Tyler still had nightmares over it. “Y-yes, s-sir?”
“You want to start the round of questions again?”
The crowd grumbled in protest, most of them muttering their complaints about how unfair it was that Leandro was playing favorites.
Leandro’s cold gaze slowly swept the crowd. The message in his gaze was clear. Complain and feel free to be escorted out of the room by my security.
Everyone shut up.
Leandro returned his attention to Tyler. “You were saying, Mr. Jenkins?”
Tyler cleared his throat. “I’d first like to congratulate you and Ms. Granger on your engagement, sir.”
Leandro looked at Bobby.
The look made Bobby want to die. Payback was hell , she thought. She took a deep breath. And then she fluttered her lashes at Leandro before looking at the reporter, cooing, “I’m sooooo thrilled to be engaged to Leandro Christopoulos.”
Leandro’s method of making her pay for pretending to be engaged to Sabastian and that little stunt this morning was deviously simple: she had to pretend to be his blushing, bubbly, and empty-headed fiancée – the exact opposite of her real self in other words.
Leandro looked at her meaningfully. Not enough, mégaira.
Shit.
She let out a big sigh. “I just can’t believe my luck, being the lucky girl to have won over someone as perfect as Leandro.” Gah. She wanted to gag.
The crowd of reporters had become silent. Bobby couldn’t blame them. They were probably wondering if it was really Bobby Granger in front of them.
Tyler asked nervously, “What about Mr. Gabris? Wasn’t he engaged to, err, Ms. Granger as well?”
It was Leandro who answered. “The engagement between Sabastian Gabris and Bobby had to be canceled.”
Here it was , Sabastian thought even though his face remained inscrutable. He knew it had not been completely right to go along with Bobby’s wishes when she had asked him to pretend to be her fiancé, and now it was his turn to pay.
“Why did it have to be canceled?”
Sabastian wondered with the rest of the reporters what excuse Leandro Christopoulos would give.
Leandro had considered lying and saying Sabastian was impotent but then, looking at Tyler, he had another idea.
He said solemnly, “Because Bobby here found out that Mr. Sabastian Gabris was gay.”
Bobby gasped.
Sabastian choked.
Before the crowd could react, a loud crash happened on one side of the room, and everyone turned towards that direction. A young woman was gazing at Sabastian Gabris in open-mouthed shock. She was covered head to toe in a shapeless dress, and her eyeglasses were so large they practically swallowed her face.
Sabastian shot to his feet. “Zee-Zee?”
“Y-you’re gay?” The girl shook her head, a dazed look on her face. “Is t-that why you broke our engagement?”
A wave of shock hit the crowd at her words, and everyone began snapping photos of the girl furiously even as they made a note to be more thorough in researching Sabastian Gabris’ background. How in the world had they not heard about this engagement?
And so there it was , Sabastian thought. The chance that he had once thought would elude him forever.
She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. “I love you so much.”
He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I love you so much, mégaira, but don’t think that I will so easily let you get away with the stunt you pulled a while ago.”
****
Reporters jostled against each other as they battled for the best spot to enjoy a clear shot of Leandro Christopoulos and his future wife as they held a press conference to announce their engagement.
Leandro spotted a familiar face. “Tyler Jenkins?”
Tyler paled. Oh no. What had he done again? He remembered the last time Leandro had looked at him, with a look of such cold rage on his face that Tyler still had nightmares over it. “Y-yes, s-sir?”
“You want to start the round of questions again?”
The crowd grumbled in protest, most of them muttering their complaints about how unfair it was that Leandro was playing favorites.
Leandro’s cold gaze slowly swept the crowd. The message in his gaze was clear. Complain and feel free to be escorted out of the room by my security.
Everyone shut up.
Leandro returned his attention to Tyler. “You were saying, Mr. Jenkins?”
Tyler cleared his throat. “I’d first like to congratulate you and Ms. Granger on your engagement, sir.”
Leandro looked at Bobby.
The look made Bobby want to die. Payback was hell , she thought. She took a deep breath. And then she fluttered her lashes at Leandro before looking at the reporter, cooing, “I’m sooooo thrilled to be engaged to Leandro Christopoulos.”
Leandro’s method of making her pay for pretending to be engaged to Sabastian and that little stunt this morning was deviously simple: she had to pretend to be his blushing, bubbly, and empty-headed fiancée – the exact opposite of her real self in other words.
Leandro looked at her meaningfully. Not enough, mégaira.
Shit.
She let out a big sigh. “I just can’t believe my luck, being the lucky girl to have won over someone as perfect as Leandro.” Gah. She wanted to gag.
The crowd of reporters had become silent. Bobby couldn’t blame them. They were probably wondering if it was really Bobby Granger in front of them.
Tyler asked nervously, “What about Mr. Gabris? Wasn’t he engaged to, err, Ms. Granger as well?”
It was Leandro who answered. “The engagement between Sabastian Gabris and Bobby had to be canceled.”
Here it was , Sabastian thought even though his face remained inscrutable. He knew it had not been completely right to go along with Bobby’s wishes when she had asked him to pretend to be her fiancé, and now it was his turn to pay.
“Why did it have to be canceled?”
Sabastian wondered with the rest of the reporters what excuse Leandro Christopoulos would give.
Leandro had considered lying and saying Sabastian was impotent but then, looking at Tyler, he had another idea.
He said solemnly, “Because Bobby here found out that Mr. Sabastian Gabris was gay.”
Bobby gasped.
Sabastian choked.
Before the crowd could react, a loud crash happened on one side of the room, and everyone turned towards that direction. A young woman was gazing at Sabastian Gabris in open-mouthed shock. She was covered head to toe in a shapeless dress, and her eyeglasses were so large they practically swallowed her face.
Sabastian shot to his feet. “Zee-Zee?”
“Y-you’re gay?” The girl shook her head, a dazed look on her face. “Is t-that why you broke our engagement?”
A wave of shock hit the crowd at her words, and everyone began snapping photos of the girl furiously even as they made a note to be more thorough in researching Sabastian Gabris’ background. How in the world had they not heard about this engagement?
And so there it was , Sabastian thought. The chance that he had once thought would elude him forever.
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