Page 15 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Jack:I met the celebrity. He’s too tall.

Jilly:How?

THIS WAS IT.

Krista Irvine smoothed her hands down the sides of her red dress and took a deep breath as she spotted Guy de la Rocq standing near the champagne fountain in the center of Hotel Aehrenthal’s opulent ballroom. The entire space screamed old money and European elegance, and being here felt like stepping into the kind of world she’d always dreamed of belonging to but had never quite managed to access.

Until now.

She’d been in Hollywood for seven years, watching younger and prettier girls get the parts she wanted while she kept telling herself that persistence was the only thing separating successful actresses from the ones who gave up and moved back home.

Preyerwas her big break, acting-wise.

But she wanted—needed—more.

And the key to it was Guy de la Rocq, who was easily the most devastating man she’d ever seen in person, all chiseled features and tailored clothes, with the kind of confidence that came from knowing you held Hollywood (anda third of the global female population) in the palm of your hand.

You've got this, girl!

Tonight was exclusive to the cast and production staff behindPreyer,which was the first film Guy had executive produced with his friend Valerian Rossfield. Tonight was herbestchance to have a private moment with the billionaire celebrity, and she needed to make the most out of it.

Success! Manifest it! Success!

Krista was halfway across the ballroom when she noticed someone else approaching Guy from the opposite direction.

Shit.

Krista quickened her pace, but the other man in a dark suit reached Guy first, and she was forced to hover nearby, pretending to examine the floral arrangements.

“Hello, Mr. de la Rocq. I wanted to introduce myself."

The man’s voice was flat. No warmth, no enthusiasm. Krista glanced over and took in his appearance: medium height, dark hair, wire-rimmed glasses.

Nerd,Krista thought right away, and with more than a little surprise. Like, who was this guy? Was he even supposed to be—

"I’m Jack, the most important consultant for this film.”

“Nice to meet you, Jack.”

Krista just had to hand it to Guy. No wonder he won an Oscar. It took serious acting chops to say those words with a straight face.

“It’s a small world," the other guy went on. "We have a mutual friend in darling Poppy—”

Darling...Poppy?As in Poppy, the wife of Guy's billionaire friend? Could this dumb nerd be talking aboutthatPoppy? How was this man still alive?

The same thought was also running in Guy's head. How could this idiot not realize that Valerian wouldn't take kindly to having any other man call his own wife'darling'? Since he was in no mood to stick around to witness the bloodbath, it was definitely time to leave—

“—who’s also friends with my darling Jilly.”

But when he heardthatname which he didn't expect to hear, and especially not from another man—

“Jilly, you say?”

Guy decided to stay a while longer, but only because it was expected of him, being the executive producer and all that.

“Yes, exactly. Like the nursery rhyme, only no one really calls her Jill. It's always been Jack and Jilly. We get teased together a lot in college because of it.”

"Jack and Jilly, huh?"

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