Chapter 16

Lynn POV

You know the saying, a picture says a thousand words, I was sort of wish there is a saying like that because now, it was going to be used against me, Shaquille wasn't looking like she was about to hear my side of the story, and the picture where already circling, and journalists are using as ammunition against me... Against our relationship, "Jensen listen to me," I whispered,

"Those are not what they look like," I press against the door,

"Really, Lynn, because you want to know what it looks like, huh... You want to know what's going on In my head right now?" He yelled,

"I thought—" he shouted in a whisper, we didn't know if the rest was listening and we need to contain this misunderstanding quickly,

"I thought we had a deal,"

"We do, please it's not what you think,"

"You keep saying that like you know me," I heart tingled when he said that,

"You think I give a fuck who shares your bed with at nights? Or who call over when you are drunk,"

So that's what he sees me as, a drunk, who gets horny every time she drinks a glass of wine,

"Nothing happens," I forced my eyes shut, and you might not either, but I had no reason to lie, I was telling the truth.

Flashback I love you, I thought staring back at Fred, but I never said the words, I didn't.

"Let go of me right now." I kneed him in the stomach, causing him to stagger back in pain,

" I am sorry," he groaned, hosting his head in surrender,

What has gotten into him? He broke up with me, I treated him like how he treated me, like a booty call, and now he is back, thinking I will fall into his arms, soon as he tells me that he loves me. No, I am not an idiot, and I know exactly what he was doing, but I never he was that kind of person, the 'I don't want her, but no one else can have her' and that's exactly what he was doing, grabbing a used towel from the sofa's backrest, wrapping it around my body, I was now entirely sober and realized I was wearing only my underwear, "I am sorry, Fred. I don't love you." And I didn't. I know I thought about it earlier, but I don't... What I felt for him was just lust. Maybe I liked him first, but I don't know when I stopped liking him. I didn't anymore.

"So that's it," he chuckled nervously.

"Leaving me because of your millionaire boyfriend? Yeah, that's right looked into the guy and all I have seen is different women... Different scandal, and comes along you, and somehow you think can all of that? Huh?" His low chuckles turned in to bursting laughter.

"You couldn't even change me, Lynn, me... A dirty scumbag... A criminal and you think you can change him...a rich brat."

"Get out," I mumbled, "Get the fuck out!"

Walking towards the door, he ambled out, and something outside caught my eyes, so I walked out behind him. They were there on my steps, flowers, and chocolate, picking them up in my arms, I held them close to me, I was excited for the first time in my life, I feel appreciated. Glancing at me, Fred and I exchange hard cold stares, one filled with hatred. Look at us, just the other day, we had some great fucking sex, and we thought, Oh we must be in love because we both got to climax, and we call love? Right, We never loved each other.

Shit, I thought, I am late for work and I am not Jensen's real girlfriend, so I won't be let out easy, maybe in the eyes of Tanya and the rest, but business is business, and I respect him as a boss before I do as a boyfriend, and we must learn how to separate them both: our alleged love life and our work lives. Rushing, I hopped in the shower, trying to drown whatever evidence of a hangover from my face, but I could feel it at the back of my throat, the bitterness of bile, as I gagged from being nauseous, I should call him, thank him for his gifts and explain my situation, I am the manager now, I deserve a day off, but I didn't have Jensen's personal number, can you believe that we are dating I don't have a contact for him, I can bet he has mine though, he must already get it from employees files, the same how he got my address, I should probably send an email to the company email address, but a part of me didn't want that, I wanted to hear a voice, feel his lips on my mine, but I didn't have a choice, I must learn my boundaries with Shaquille, I have to keep stick to the plan. Taking a deep breath, I sat on the edge of the bed, about to send an email to the company. Swiping the locked screen open, I saw a missed call. from the same number. Whoever they are, they didn't plan to stop, and I will be needing Shaquille's help. But all of that high think was pushed to the back of my mind when I saw it, it was a picture, release ten minutes ago was a picture of me holding the gifts from Shaquille, but there was a problem... Fred was caught in it. This is bad, I thought pacing back and forth in the room, I was in a towel, with a man leaving my apartment, the media is going to drag me. Okay, I better hurry down to the store, Jensen is probably drowning in work and hasn't seen it yet, and if he did he would probably call me and chew my fucking head off already, I need to get down by the store.

Present Day "So, as I told you nothing happened, he just came over to vent,"

"Say I do believe you, how we fix this? This will forever haunt us, and if we allow time to pass they will never stop, take it from me," he cursed under his breath,

Leaning back in his leather chair his feet was hoisted on the desk, fingers tapping on the desk he stared at nothing, he was thinking though, thinking about a plan that will save us from all this,

"I think someone is harassing me," I blurted out,

It was too quiet, and I had to say something,

"Why do you mean?"

Swallowing hard, I hurried towards him, sitting down in the chair across from him,

"Ever since the robbery, someone has been calling, not saying anything... Just heavy breathing,"

"Okay, did you go to the police?"

"Jensen... If someone is calling because of the robbery... Can I really trust the police? Life is different for you and me both you know, the same privileges you get... I don't, you are a billionaire, I am a sales representative,"

"So, you are saying if you go to the police they won't be able to help you?"

"No, and maybe I am overreacting, there is no way they could know I was the one right?"

"Didn't you watch the news that day? Our faces were plastered across every news station, so think long and hard about what you want to do,"

"I don't know... I just think it's too risky to go to the police, I don't know who is the bad cop or good cop in there, I am risking It," I crossed my arms, and I couldn't risk it,

As I said before, maybe the robber's family wants to pull a little prank, shake me up a little, they have a right to be mad, someone did die, and everyone deserves a second chance, so maybe... Just maybe all they need is to release some steam, they didn't threaten me... Yet, but they are just acting out of anger.

"Do you want me to hire a P.I?"

"No,"

"Then when did you tell me, Lynn, ?"

"I don't know."

"Okay." He nodded starting at me,

"I have few things to say, you're going to hate them but... We have to pay off Fred, soon they will offer him money and he will talk so, I am going him thirty grand to go with the story you gave him, but with a little more spice to it,"

"I thought you were going to keep him away from the press... He doesn't do well with crowd,"

"Money is very motivating Lynn,"

I know.

"Okay, but it can’t be none of that contacts him,"

"Yeah, already on that... My bodyguards they... Are back from their vacation," I watched as he shifted uncomfortably

"Oh,"

"Yeah. And I advise you that from now on, you stay at my place,"

"What isn't that a bit, I don't know... Too much,"

"Let me tell you why. Fred is not our only problem,"

"What do you mean—"

"We have an invitation for dinner tomorrow, at my father's house."