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“Whatever.” Trager walks away, off to annoy someone else.
“Are you okay?” Marco asks Whimsy.
“I’ve been called worse,” she sighs, glaring at his retreating figure.
Gently, I grasp her chin and force her to look at me. “By who?”
“It’s not important.” She dismisses my concern like she’s swatting away a pesky fly.
“Since you’ve been working for me?” I press, wanting to get to the bottom of this.
“Elias,” she sighs, shoulders drooping. “We shouldn’t talk about this right now. We’re at an event.” She gestures around us. “It’s not important.”
My hand slides up her wrist and I don’t miss the subtle flutter in her pulse. “It wasn’t someone on my team, was it?” I can’t seem to let this go. I know now isn’t the time or place for this conversation, but if someone around me insulted her and they’re still in their position I want them gone.
She levels me with a stiff look. I know we’re the center of attention for the people around us, but I don’t care.
“No,” she answers. “Just from time to time there are people who try to use me as your assistant as a means to get to you. Most men don’t like being told no so then I’m called bitch or whore or cunt. You get the picture.”
I seethe at this information. It makes me want to hunt Trager down and throw my fist in his face.
Whimsy reaches up, patting my chest and bringing my eyes back to hers instead of searching for Trager.
“Don’t worry,” she says. “I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. You don’t need to be my protector.”
“I’m your boyfriend. It’s my job,” I growl out.
She arches a brow, eyes flashing with amusement because we both know this arrangement is fake, but the venom in my voice doesn’t sound fake at all.
“Let’s go mingle,” she says, looping her arm through mine. “That’s why we’re here after all. I’m sure we’ll see you all soon.” She says her goodbyes to Noah, Sabrina, Marco, and Hugo before dragging me along like a puppy.
I realize as I paste on a fake smile and schmooze the elite that I’m in a world of trouble. We’ve only just started this farce and the feelings stirring in me are far from platonic.
I’m so fucking screwed.
CHAPTER 19
WHIMSY
I slipmy sunglasses on top of my head and sling my bag over my shoulder. “I’m going out.”
I haven’t taken one step when the bathroom door opens and Elias pokes his head out, chain glinting at his bare throat. “Where?”
I shrug. “It’s Madrid. I’m going sight-seeing and shopping.” It’s not that I haven’t seen the city before, but since I’ve always been running around these gorgeous places as his assistant, I’ve never truly gotten to take them in. Now that I have the opportunity to change that, I’m not going to miss out.
We only just arrived yesterday ahead of the Madrid Open. Elias ended up losing in the semi-final for Monte Carlo which I know sucked for him even though he acts like it wasn’t a big deal.
“Can I go with you?”
Can he…?
My brows knit. “You want to go with me?”
“Sure. I have a free day. Might as well do something fun.” He opens the door wider, revealing his full-self and I nearly swallow my tongue at the sight of him shirtless and damp from a shower with only a towel tied around his waist.
It’s so unfair that he’s so hot.
“Um. Okay.” I feel bad to say no if he genuinely wants to come.
