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“If you’re okay with it, that could be fun.Lucy would love to come, and maybe I can convince her to invite Jameson, heron-again, off-again one-night stand. But Charlotte…I’m not sure about thatright now.”

Jason propped himself up on his elbow andlooked down at me.

God… Whatwas it about this guy that affected me so much? Even when he wasn’t showing offthat damn dimple of his, you kept staring at him just for the sheer pleasure ofit, and of course the promise of that dimple wasn’t something to turn your noseup at.

“Is everything all right with you two?”

Forcing myself to look away so I wouldn’ttackle him and climb on for one last ride, I said, “Apparently, Lucy saw Charand Marcus kissing in the apartment.”

“And…”

“And she is my friend. Isn’t there supposedto be a girl code of some sort that says you shouldn’t date your friend’s ex?”

His tone was different, both softer andtighter at the same time when he asked, “Do you still have feelings for Marcus?Are you jealous of her, Olive?”

I glanced at him. “The answer to the firstquestion is a definite no. Being jealous? Not sure, but I don’t think so.Marcus and I… We’ve been over for a long time, and…heck. No, I’m not jealous ofhim. It’s just sort of a weird thing for Charlotte to do behind my back. If shehad at any time told me that she had feelings for Marcus, I would’ve gottenover it, and if they love each other…I would be happy for them. I mean, shehasn’t even talked to me about it so I have no idea what’s actually going on.Just a few short months ago, the day I was meeting with the production people,Marcus came to my room to tell me he thought we would get back together onceI’d finished my book. And now he is with Char? I don’t know. It’s not anger orjealousy I’m feeling. It’s something else, but I’m not sure I can name it.”

“I understand. The way Marcus acted when Icame to get your little drunk ass from their apartment, I wouldn’t have guessedhe had his eyes on anyone but you.”

“Yeah, I heard about that from Lucy, too.”

“Well,” he started as he got up from thebed, completely naked.

Don’t look, Olive. Don’t do it.

But of course, I looked.

At least don’t look down.

Oh, but I did.

“The invitation is open; you can invitewhomever you want to invite. Devlin will have a VIP room reserved for us sowe’ll have privacy.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Olive

Two days later, we were getting out of thecar in front of Devlin’s club, Mad Play. The logo for the club was two Ms intertwinedwith each other in a geometric shape. I had no idea what it meant since itwasn’t the initials of the club, but it was cool as hell.

Jason and I had met with his friend overdinner before he headed to his club ahead of us. Even though we had barelyspent an hour together, he was very charming throughout the entire diner—maybea little too charming, the kind that would sweet talk you out of your pantiesif given the chance.

Imagining him wreaking havoc in New Yorkwith a single Jason had led to a multitude of scenarios going through my mind.Those two would break hearts left and right, and they probably already had. Ona side note, I had loved how Jason had introduced me as his wife. I wasn’t sureif he would let him know this was all a play for the public eye. Since my bestfriend knew, I’d assumed he would share that with Devlin, just like Alvin wasin on the whole thing.

Speaking of Alvin, he was supposed to meetus at the club with his girlfriend, but as far as we knew he hadn’t made ityet.

The biggest surprise of the night,however, was getting a text message from Lucy that said Char and her friendLily were coming with her. Not having any idea how that would go down, Idecided not to dwell on it for the time being.

Since there would be drinking involved,Jason had a driver drop us off. When I saw all the paparazzi huddled in frontof the club, I held on to Jason’s hand tighter and exited the car right afterhim.

Wrapping his hand more securely aroundmine, he put his other hand at the small of my back and guided me toward theentrance. The bulky guard at the front didn’t even check our names as we wereushered in before the paparazzi could swarm us.

“Does it ever get easier?” I asked,slightly breathless from jogging the short distance. The music was loud enoughthat Jason had to lean down to hear what I was saying. I repeated my questionwhen he was close enough.

“The paparazzi, the constantfollowing…does it ever get easier?”

He shook his head in a distracted mannerand curled his arm around my waist, pulling me close to his body as a beautifulblonde approached us with a smiling face. Of course, she only had eyes forJason and ignored me completely. I was getting used to it.

Really.

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