Page 68 of Ex's Accidental Baby

It’s my own personal hell.

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I shower twiceand feel like whiskey is still coming out of my pores, but it’s the best I can do. Grayson wants to meet at a nearby coffee shop to discuss his marketing campaign.

When I arrive, he’s already sitting at a table.

His eyes widen when he sees me. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks,” I mutter, sitting across from him and sucking down the water that’s in a glass in front of me. I’m so thirsty my lips are sticking together. “I’m hungover.”

“That much I gathered. You never were much of a drinker. What’s going on with you, Logan?”

I shake my head. “Nothing. Just work stress. We’re opening to the public soon, and I’m not sure we’ve gotten the word out.”

Grayson grins. “That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. I want to film a commercial.”

I blink. “Like, for television? Isn’t that a little much?”

“Not if you want to turn a profit this year.” Grayson looks at me coolly. “Are you sure you’re up for this today? We can meet some other time.”

“No, I’m fine.” I have to be fine. I need to keep my mind off whoever put a baby in Meredith. Rage rips through me just thinking about it, and I clear my throat. “I need to work.”

Grayson raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push, thank God. It’s not like I can spill to him that I’m going crazy over his baby sister.

“You’re going to be the new face of the garage,” he said.

I groan. “Why me?”

“Because you’re good looking, charismatic, all those things that make people want to buy things.”

“I don't know about that.”

“I do. I do this for a living, remember? Built it from the ground up.”

With daddy’s trust fund.

I hate myself for thinking it. I guess I do still harbor some resentment toward Grayson for having it easier than I did.

It’s not like it’s his fault, and I focus on him, forcing myself to smile.

“All right. We’ll do it. When do we start?”

Grayson perks up. “As soon as you can. Is the office ready enough for filming?”

I nod. “It should be, by now. The contractors have been taking their sweet time with the renovations.”

Grayson nods. “Let’s schedule it for tomorrow, then. Call in your most attractive employees, we need background people.”

I bark out a laugh. “Only the attractive ones, huh?”

He shrugs. “Can’t have ugly people in a commercial.”

I keep laughing, and then finally order myself a latte, sucking it down, the caffeine making me feel more human.

I send out a company email inviting most of the office sans some of the mechanics to come in to work tomorrow and dress their best.

This should be interesting.

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