Page 49 of Breaking Point
“Yes,” Grayson breathes.
Lucy cuts her gaze to him before shaking her head slightly. “Yes, come have a seat.”
With the tension in the room growing by the second, I decide to remain standing. I can practically feel the energy pressing in around me.
Lucy takes a deep breath. “Grayson, due to unforeseen events, is unfortunately up for trade.” My gaze cuts to his and holds as Lucy goes on. “Due to his unflattering public appearances as of late, the organization finds him a risk to keep on board.”
Lucy’s words end with silence, a silence so eerie a tingle races down my back as Grayson stares at me. Is he waiting to see how I’ll react?
“That’s horrible and I’m sorry to hear that, but I don’t understand what this means for me. Am I losing my job?”
The worry that filled my chest leaves as quickly as it arrived as Lucy laughs. “God no. We need you.”
“More than you know,” Grayson’s best friend mumbles. At my glance, he winks. “Kieran.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Now I completely understand why Grayson warned me off him. Does this team only pick attractive players? Perhaps I’ve been missing out all these years and should go to a game.
He frowns before turning to Grayson. “What did you tell her about me?”
“Nothing but horrible things.”
Kieran scoffs.
Lucy pays no attention to their bickering. “We have devised a plan?—”
“You have,” Grayson corrects.
“Yes, I have,” she relents. “A plan that would help clean up his image in the hopes of keeping him on the team.”
I smile at that. “Well, that’s great. I hope it works.”
Lucy clears her throat, for the first time since I met her appearing…frazzled? That doesn’t seem right, but as she taps her finger against her thigh, I believe I may be right.
Lucy is nervous.
“That’s the thing, Bella. We actually need…you,” she relents.
“For?” I probe, my back straightening as the tension in the room grows to an unforeseeable height.
Kieran drops his head back with a groan. “Bloody hell, woman, just rip the Band-Aid off!” He turns on the couch, hanging over the edge of it as his grin turns into an outright smile. “Grayson over here needs you to pretend to be his girlfriend.”
“You need what?” I blurt, my gaze snapping to Grayson’s.
“You would be paid accordingly, of course,” Lucy goes on, misinterpreting my look.
A blush creeps along his cheeks and I swear I hear Kieran poking fun at him for it but my blood is rushing in my ears and all I can focus on is the wordgirlfriend.
I donotdate.
I am no one’s girlfriend.
I swore off dating for a reason.
Snapping my spine upright, I completely ignore whatever Grayson is saying and interrupt with, “No.”
Chapter 13
