Chapter 62: Fix The Problem

\[Gianna’s POV\]

I examine the man beside me, taking in his build, his features, and the way his gaze took me in.

I think he will do. I say silently, letting a slow, seductive smile spread across my lips.

“Is that so?” I ask, leaning into him a bit. “And why on earth would you want to approach me?”

I knew. How could I not know? But was he approaching because he didn’t know me and just thought that I was pretty, or did he want something?

“Because you’re the most beautiful lady at this party.” The man says. “Who wouldn’t want to come and try to woo you?”

Smooth tongue. I think, but again, I can’t help but wonder if he was doing it because he wanted something from me.

Well, did it really matter? In the end I wanted something from him too.

“I guess you’re the only one,” I sigh. “As you can see, my line of suitors is nonexistent, but doesn’t that mean that it’s your lucky day?”

As I speak, I reach out and place a hand on the man’s arm and give it a small squeeze.

“What’s your name, handsome?” I ask sweetly.

“Terrance,” he responds. “Terrance Reeves.”

“Reeves,” I repeat.

I knew the name.

They were a pretty well-off family who delved in the AI industry and with the rise in AI in the world lately, they were gaining traction quickly.

“Nice to meet you Terrance, I’m Gianna.”

Smiling, I peek around to see if that bastard Grant was anywhere to be seen and when I spot him standing about ten feet away with Rachel on his arm, I feel a small need to make sure that he sees me.

“Terrance,” I say, wrapping my arms around his. “Would you mind accompanying me for a dance?”

Honestly, I would rather just stay here and talk, maybe have a few drinks, but since I was pregnant, I couldn’t do that. So, the only other option I had to make sure that that bastard Grant saw me was to drag my current date in front of him.

“It would be my pleasure.” Terrance responds and we start moving.

Keeping a look of calm on my face, I allow myself to be led out toward the dancefloor and when we are directly in front of Grant, I shoot him a look and find that he is watching me.

Your loss. I say silently, giving him a wink and then I let Terrance take me into the crowd of dancers just as the music changes to something slow.

“Whoops,” Terrance says, but he doesn’t look too disappointed about what is happening. “It looks like the universe is speaking.”

“Oh?” I ask, taking one of Terrance’s hands while his other comes to rest on my waist. “And what is it saying?”

Terrance doesn’t respond to my question, instead, he starts to skillfully lead me on the dancefloor to the song that is playing.

As he does, we talk about nothing in particular, but I find that it is pretty easy to keep a conversation with him, but even then, when I know I shouldn’t, I’m looking around, spotting Grant, and wondering if he’s annoyed by what he is seeing, and when I see that annoyance in his eyes, I want to push him even more.

That’s why, I dance one song, two, and then three with Terrance, before finally deciding that I needed to rest.

“Should I grab us some drinks?” Terrance asks as I find a seat. “What will you have?”

“Water,” I tell him, knowing that alcohol is off limits for me. “I’ll take a bottle of water.”

Even if I was giving Terrance the time of day, that didn’t mean I trusted him.

I knew how parties like this went when the rich got together and wanted to have a bit of fun.

I already came across it enough because of my modeling.

A bottle of water was safe because if the seal was broken, I knew that it was tampered with and after nodding at my request, Terrance leaves.

Sighing, I get comfortable while my stomach begins to churn a bit and when I start to look around for a bathroom, I spot Grant heading in my direction.

“Hey,” I say when he reaches. “Where’s your arm decoration?”

For a moment, Grant doesn’t respond as he takes me in and by the look in his eyes, I know that he thinks that Terrance must have done something to make me spend time with him.

“I’m fine,” I tell him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What the hell were you thinking?”

Frowning, I try to make sense of what he is saying and how he is acting.

I was certain that it wasn’t because there was anything between us, so where the hell was this aggression coming from?

“I don’t know what you mean.” I snap, turning my gaze toward the bar to find that Terrance is distracted by a gaggle of women. “Anyway, where is your fiance? Shouldn’t you be with her?”

As I speak, I look around, making sure that the woman in question isn’t coming at me with a damn knife.

“She’s busy speaking to someone.”

“So, you admit she is your fiance?” I ask, hating the irritation I feel over the confirmation.

“That’s what she and my father calls her.” Grant sighs. “But I don’t consider her that at all.”

“Oh?” I ask, raising a brow. “So, what do you consider her? The woman that you’re going to marry? Your step toward making more money and gaining more fame?”

Dammit.

Why was I even getting defensive right now?

This was good.

As long as he was promised to someone else, I could keep my distance.

I know this. I should be happy about this. But, dammit, I’m not happy at all.

“She’s nothing to me.” Grant says, drawing me out of my head. “Do you really think I would have done what I did with you if she was?”

I remain silent, considering his question, and when the word yes bubbles up in my throat, I catch it.

“I don’t know,” I say instead. “You’re basically a stranger to me. So, how could I possibly know what you’re capable of?”

“Then learn what I’m capable of,” Grant tells me. “Get to know me and then make your decision about me. Isn’t that what I asked you from the start?”

“It was,” I confirm. “But, I can’t just ignore the fact that your family clearly expects you to marry someone else. I have a career and image to uphold and I refuse to lose the popularity I’ve gained because of scandals.”

“Then, I just have to make sure that there is no chance of a scandal happening, right?” Grant asks and I get the feeling that I may have said the wrong thing. “Alright then, I’ll do just that.”