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“I’m going to be fired,” I moaned. “What am I going to do now, Sophie? When Paul finds out, he’s going to be so disappointed in me.”

“Catherine will find some way to spin this,” Levi muttered right before there was a loud knock on the door.

Fuck, my life was over.

Chapter Four

Jenner

I froze when I heard the knock on the door. Catherine was going to skin me alive and then throw what was left to the wolves, and I couldn’t even defend myself. I remembered nothing from the night before, and if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes and the evidence on my finger, I wouldn’t have believed it.

My head pounded with each knock of Catherine’s fist. It was too early, and my head hurt too much for her to rip me a new one. She had asked me to have a low-key weekend and look at what I’d done. Levi got up to answer the door, patting me on the back as he walked by. He knew what I was in for. Lifting my head, I watched as Abbi whispered furiously with her friend. I had to admit she was a knockout. At least my judgment where that was concerned wasn’t impaired last night.

I wished someone could tell us how we met or why we thought we were desperately in love and needed to get married. I’d never wanted to get married again after Poppy, so maybe she’d blown my mind with the best blow job I’d ever received. That had to be it. Not that Catherine would care.

Speak of the devil.

My pulse picked up as her heels clicked down the hallway and into the sitting room. She stopped directly in front of me and leveled me with her steely gaze. I’d never seen her as pissed as she was right then, and that was saying something with all the trouble I’d been in.

“Why?” she gritted out. “What possessed you to let yourself be filmed last night?”

I wasn’t going to lie to her. She already knew why. “I was drunk.”

“That was more than drunk, Jenner.” Her arms flew out to her sides as she continued to stare me down.

Hanging my head and breaking the staring contest, I confessed. “I don’t remember any of it. Levi had to show us the video. Maybe she drugged me.” I pointed toward Abbi.

“Me? Drug you?” she shrieked. “I’ve never done drugs a day in my life. If there was any drugging, it was you who drugged me,” she accused.

Catherine tapped her toe and sighed. “Abbi, the last person I expected to get messed up in Jenner’s mess was you.”

“I know Mrs. Cole and I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I can’t remember a single thing, either.”

“I think she’s faking,” Levi whispered to me. “She totally drugged you and convinced you to marry her for a big payout.”

“Are you kidding me?” Abbi shrieked and jumped up. “I wouldn’t voluntarily marry him if he was the last man in the world. Have you seen what he’s done with his life?” She looked around the room, waiting for someone to answer, but no one did.

I knew I’d fucked up, but she didn’t know me, and I didn’t need it thrown in my face.

Abbi teared up as if she just realized what she’d said. “I’m sorry. Please don’t fire me, Mrs. Cole.”

Wait, she worked for Catherine?

I watched as Catherine paced the room. I knew she was trying to find a way to spin this and make my life a living hell for making her come to Vegas on the weekend when she was spending time with her husband. At least Jackson wasn’t here. He was a scary-ass dude.

Catherine turned to me and let out a disappointed sigh. I hated her sighs. “Why did you think you could drink at all? Did they teach you nothing in rehab?”

Admittedly, I wasn’t supposed to drink, but I thought I could handle one drink every once in a while. Obviously not. I never planned on drinking any more than that, though. Last night I hadn’t planned on drinking at all since I was out in public. Ever since my stint in rehab, the paparazzi had been documenting my every move, and it didn’t look good that I’d been late a few times lately. I’d be lucky if I wasn’t fired from my show. We’d already been picked up for a second and third season, but I’d been warned that I could easily be killed off if I didn’t get my act together. If a quickie wedding in Vegas didn’t do it, I wasn’t sure what would.

“I have to say Abbi seemed like she’d be a model employee,” Catherine looked back and forth between us.

“I’m trying my best, Catherine,” I groaned. She didn’t need to make me feel worse than I already did.

“Your best wasn’t good enough, Jenner. You can’t keep showing up late just because you don’t like the show you’re on. This is a stepping stone in your career, and if you mess this up, you will never do movies again.”

I hated that she was right.

“Maybe you can learn something from Abbi.” Turning to the woman who ruined my life, Catherine’s piercing gaze landed on her. “Here’s what you’re going to do to make sure that Jenner doesn’t lose his spot on his show.” She clasped her hands in front of her. “I need you to stay married for one year.”

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