Page 29 of Resisting You
Rosa
“Oh, God. What do we do? What do we do?” I asked once we were back upstairs in the safety of Noah’s suite.
Welp. That explained why so many rooms sold out here. The paparazzi got wind of Noah being here for his sister’s wedding and that, combined with the TMZ leak of our elopement, they seemed to put two and two together to find him.
And me.
With the help of hotel staff, we had escaped the crowd of paparazzi relatively unscathed. But word was officially out that Noah and I were married. And even though they didn’t know my name or identity yet, it was only a matter of time before their digging revealed the fact that I was Senator Victor Alvarez’s and film star, Francesca Reyes’ daughter.
Hell, a couple celebrities had already figured it out and had reached out to me to join my practice.
Which meant I only had a day, two tops, to call my parents and tell them myself.
Back in Noah’s room, I paced barefoot, chewing on my cuticle.
“First of all, you’ve got to relax,” Noah said, coming out of the bathroom and wiping frosting from his still-damp hair. “Go take a shower and wash the cupcake off of you.”
“Okay, but then what?”
He crossed over to me, tossing the towel around the backs of my shoulders and tugging me closer to him. “Then we’re going to do what any other couple might do on their honeymoon.”
I gasped, my heart skipping faster in my chest. “What?” I whispered, imagining all the naughty things couples usually do on their honeymoon.
“We’re going to have a nice dinner out.”
Tension tightened my chest. Somehow, that was way worse than sexy stuff. “But they’llphotographus,” I shrieked.
“That’s kind of the point.”
Shit. One of my earliest memories was being dragged through a sea of reporters in front of my own house. I couldn’t even reach my front door without the help of a security team as cameras flashed and microphones were shoved in my face. And now I was being asked to do the same song and dance again. Insecurity and anger floated to the top of my chest.
Rosa, is it true that your nanny stays the night while your mother is out of town filming?
It was true. Apa had been caught more than once with my nanny when I was younger. And every time it resulted in meeting after meeting with their damage control publicist. My father threw more money at the problem and Mama chose to turn her head to the infidelities.
Yep, quite the role models I’ve got there in my parents.
“You look pale,” Noah said gently. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, even though I didn’t feel okay. What the hell had I done marrying him? A marriage to Noah was everything I had sworn to myself I would stay away from in my adult life.
I blinked, looking up into his crystal blue eyes through the moisture filling in my own.
Even if being around him gives me butterflies.
He cupped my jaw, his thumb circling my cheekbone. “Breathe, Rosa. It’s going to be okay. And if you don’t want to go out to eat tonight, that’s fine. We can order room service here and watch movies.”
Room service. Alone. Here with Noah.
My eyes wandered over to the bed behind him and I gulped.
Holy hell, talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Averyhard place.
In so many ways, we were safer outside of these walls. I was less likely to be swept away by him out there. With cameras and TikToks and people with their thumbs hovering over the post button on their Instagram, I would no doubt be on my best behavior.
“How long until they get a hold of my name?”
