Page 16 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Krista knew she was running out of time to make her move, but she was just so caught up by the unexpected drama playing out between the two men. And honestly...was that other man an idiot? Didn't he notice howominouslysoft Guy's tone was?

“Yes," the nerd called Jack—akathe world's densest person alive—confirmed with a nod. "Jilly was the cheerleader captain. I was studying economics. We’ve maintained our professional and personal relationship since graduation.”

Krista decided it was time to insert herself into the conversation. "Hi!" She not-so-casually squeezed herself between the two. "Am I interrupting?" Seeing that Jack the Idiot was actually about to say yes, she hurriedly added, “I’m Krista Irvine. I play Detective Morrison in the film.”

"Jack Morrison. Banking consultant.”

“Oh, what a coincidence," Krista gushed. "Same last name. Are you from around here originally?”

“No.”

The single word hung in the air. Most people would have elaborated, asked about her background, or at least shown some basic social courtesy. Jack simply waited.

“Jack was just telling me about his... friend,” Guy said, and there was something dangerous in his voice that made Krista’s pulse quicken.

“Do you want to know more about Jilly?"

"Only because she's a friend of Poppy's."

Jack nodded understandingly. "Poppy is married to a billionaire. It's reasonable to suspect her friends of being potential gold-diggers."

Krista choked at how smoothly the accusation was delivered, but Jack the Idiot didn't even notice.How stupid could one get?

"But my Jilly's different."

Guy's teeth gnashed at how the other man casually claimed possession towards Jillian.

"She's competent and smart. People even call her theNancy Drewof Wall Street. I like her a lot.”

"And does she feel the same way about you?

Krista was starting to have a bad feeling about this. Why was Guy acting...oh, shit.Was Guy de la Rocq interested in this...this Jilly, whoever she was?

“Of course.”

“She sounds like quite a catch,” Guy said.

"Does she?" Krista felt desperate to redirect the conversation away from her faceless rival. "Don't you think someone who's called the Nancy Reagan of Jump Street—"

Guy started to cough, Jack the Idiot looked at her like she'd grown a pair of antennae from the back of her head, andshit!

Why were they looking at her like she had said something stupid?

Shit, shit, shit!

Any ordinary hot-blooded male would be more than satisfied with Krista being pretty, but no, these two wanted more. These two were so selfish and mean, and...and so, so unfair for wanting Krista to be clever, too. Like,how self-centered could you get?

Jack slowly shook his head. "I'm glad my Jilly's not like you."

"Is she?" Guy asked. "Yours?"

"Of course." Jack looked at him in surprise. "It doesn't matter if we don't see or talk to each other a lot. Jilly and I are endgame."

Chapter Six

Jilly:I did something dumb.

Jack:Clarify.

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