A’s nov

She just said Grayson was her boyfriend?

I blinked at her. Then I startedughing

“What the hell are youughing she snapped, clearly pissed.

“If you said you were his hookup, I might’ve believed you. But no way you won his gutriend.” I shrugged.

“You’re just jealous,” she scoffed.

“No. Just stating the facts. Alpha Grayson doesn’t do dating”

She stepped toward me, all appressive. “That’s because you don’t know how good he was to me. He brought me gifts whenever he was back from a business trip. He always showed up when I needed help. He told me I could rely on him anytime.”

“Yeah, he does that for pretty much every woman he sleeps with,” I said tly. Including me

“No, you don’t get it!” she snapped. “He had dinner with my parents. He sent flowers to my mom every year on bher /bbirthday!”

My eyebrows lifted.

Okay… now that was…unexpected.

Grayson hated anything that even remotely smelled likemitment. He’d do anything to avoid meeting a date’s family. And yet he made an exception

for herb? /b

She caught the flicker of surprise in my eyes and gave a smug little smile. “See? I told you. It’s serious between us. So do yourself a favor and back off,

“I would’ve left already, if it wasn’t for him refusing to let me go. I told her.

“What?” Her bjaw /bdropped.

“You heard me. I tried to leave him. I even ran off with another guy. But he tracked me down and dragged me back by force. bSaid /bhe’d give me anything. as long as I stayed bwith /bhim.”

She let out an angry scream. “bThat’s /ba fucking lie! You’re just making stuff up! He wouldn’t bdo /bsomething like that!”

“Then ask him yourself.”

I turned to walk away, bbut /bshe grabbed my arm

“Wait. Aren’t you even a little bit of curious about us?” she demanded.

“Not really.” I shrugged. “Because I know you bare /bnot his special bone/b.”

bwere /bgoing to be jealous of anyone, it’d be I, or maybe his childhood crush. But bthese /bgirls? They were probably just as disposable as I was

If I were

I left her there, fuming and speechless, and pushed open the bathroom door.

Grayson was balready /bback when I returned to the lounge. I took my seat beside him like nothing happened

But he turned to me, his brows tight together

“What happened?” he asked.

Shit I hated how freakishly intuitive he was

“What are you talking about! Nothing happened.” I tried to brush it off

Hisce darkened.

He could always tell when I was hiding something. And he hated when hid things.

Just when I felt he was about to push further, a noise broke out at the door.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in this is a private pent

“I’m his girlfriend, Movel”

Barbara shoved past the staff and strutted into the lounge. She spotted us, and gave a flip of her hair bas /bshe walked over

“Hey, I missed y

I you,” she said to Grayson, fluttering hershes in full flirt mode.

He said nothing. Just stared bat /bher, his face cold bas /bbstone/b.

b“/bWhy haven’t you returned my texts? Or my calls?” she pouted “I invited you to my show in Europe. We could’ve had so much fun.”

“I thought the message bwas /bclear,” he bsaid /bicily.

Her expression cracked. Damn. That bwas /bcold.

She bit into her lower lip and stepped closer. I could smell her perfume now, or maybe it was her scent. Whatever it was, it was tempting

“I saw you on TV… with bher/b,” she sneered at me. “Actually my whole family saw it. They were quite hurt, you know? They don’t understand why you’d rather be with this little slut than me and frankly speaking I don’t either-

He cut her off. “Why the hell would I care what your family thinks

She blinked, Shockedb. /b

“Because you’re my boyfriend? We’re together? Obviously?” she gasped.

I actually felt a little sorry for her.

The way

y bshe /bsaid that…she really believed it. It was kind of bsad/b.

And he had lost patience in her all along.

“Guards. Escort her out.” he ordered.

“bWait/b–what? You’re kicking me out?” she screeched. “But I’m your girlfriend. When was thest time we saw each other? Don’t you want to hang out??

“I’ve never had a girlfriend,” he said without hesitation

Told you, I thought

“bAre /byou serious?! But you had dinner with my parents. bYou /bsend flowers to my mom every year

“You didn’t tell me your parents wereing to that dinner. And I have no idea about the damn flowers,” he snapped impatiently. “Out Now”

Two guards appeared beside her, gripping her arms.

I gave her ba /bsympathetic nce.

Poor girl. Even a world–famous supermodel was nothing in his beyes/b. She waspletely

“I sald you liked melll” she suddenly screamed.

I bfroze /b

Grayson shot up from beside me, his face like a thunderstorm.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he demanded.

Barbara was breathless but shouted back, “i St. ir, She’s your friend, right? She told me you were into me. She said you loved me and byou /bbwere /bserious about this. That you talked about me all the timel So why are you suddenly acting like I’m all crazy now?!”

Iblinked, stunned.

What

What the freaking hell was happening?

I St. ir bwas /bhis ex wife. Why bwould /bbshe /blie to another woman like that!

“Bullshit,” Grayson growled.

“No she really said that. I saw you on TV with her bearlier /band I was devastated. So I called I for some advice. She said I shoulde over to talk to you today. bShe /bgave me this address!”

My jaw dropped.

Okay. This just went from awkward to straight–up insane.

His ex–wife pushed another woman toe here to confront him?

What the bhell /bwas she up to?

“Fucking lunatic,” Grayson snapped. His eyes were full of disgust. “Get her out of her. I don’t ever want to see her again.b” /b

Barbara started crying, but I stood up

“Wait.” I said.

Grayson frowned. I gave him a small smile. “Ms. Stansen is an international super model. I’d like her to do a few fittings for me. Might help me pick a dress faster

Barbara’s face twisted in rage.” “Screw you! I am Barbara fucking Stansen! I’d never walk for a bitch like you‘

“Enough,” Grayson’s voice was like a de. “Go change. Don’t bmake /bme call your agent.”

Her face went pale. It was like someone pped her. After a few seconds of hesitationb, /bshe stomped bher /bfoot band /bstormed backstage

I sat back down beside him. He btook /bmy hand again! But this time, I could tell his thoughts were elsewhere.

Soon, the curtain opened again. Barbara walked out in a white gown. She was clearly furious and humiliated, but her walk

She stopped in front of us and posed, her face dark.

I stood up and walked toward the stage.

“Happy now? Is this what you wanted right? To publicly humiliate me?” she hissed, her eyes filled with tears of me.

I perfect

“What else did Ista tell you?” I whispered so only the two of us could hear.

“W–bwhat/b?”

“Hurry. Just answer me.

“Nothing! She–she just used to bcall /bme after she talked to Grayson, She’d say how much he missed me. And he was always asking babout /bme. Though i did wonder why he didn’t just call me himself…but they are very close. bWhat /bI said must be true”

So Barbara didn’t even know I was his ex wife.

And these two women were no friends at all. Poor b here was just i’s fool.

But for what? I couldn’t figure it out.

“Did I ever mention me?” I asked,

Barbara gave me a nasty look. “Don’t tter yourself. You’re not even worth mentioning.”

Wow, Okay. “One piece of advice? If I were you, I’d stay far away from whatever’s going on between I and Grayson.”

“Who the hell do you think you are to give me advice? Fuck off!” she spat

I rolled my eyes and turned baway /b

“I’ve made my decision,” I told Grayson as I returned. “I want the white dress she’s wearing

He frowned. “You sure? We haven’t seen everything yet

“I’m sure.” Because clearly, his mind was somewhere else.

“Alright then.” He bgave /bin. “The stylist will help you with adjustments. Go.”

I went to find the stylist and had my gown li

fitted. When I came back out, Barbara was

gone already.

“How did

And Grayson’s face was unreadable as we left the building.

d your ex–wife know we’d be here today?“! asked as we got in the car.

“It’s her stylist today. She must have tipped,” He rubbed his temple,

Of course she bdid/b. And clearly,

y, they still talked to each other on a regr basis.

“I need to give her a call,” he said.

I gestured for him to go ahead. He dialed.

“Hey, it’s me. How’ve you been?”

His voice was different. bGentle/b. Caring. Like he’s afraid of spooking her.

There’s a p

pause. She’s answering his question. I perked my ear up to listen. But damn I couldn’t hear a single thing.

“bThat’s /brest“..

“What else did t tell you?” I whispered in only the two of us could hear.

“W–whatt

“Hurry, Just answer me.

“Nothing! She–she just used to call me after she talked to Grayson, She’d say how much ho missed me. And he was always asking about me. Though I did wonder why he didn’t just call me himself…but they are very close. What i said must be true.

was his ex-wife,

So Barbara didn’t even know I was

And these two women were no friends at all. Poor bhme was just ’s fool.

But for what? I couldn’t figure it out.

“Did I ever mention me?” Lasked.

Barbara gave me a nasty look. “Don’t tter yourself. You’re not even worth mentioning,”

Wow. Okay. “One piece bof /badvice? If I were you, I’d stay far away

from whatever’s going on between I and Grayson.”

“Who the hell do you think you are to give me advice? Fuck off” she spat.

Trolled my eyes and turned away.

“I’ve made my decision,” I told Grayson as I returned. “I want the white dress she’s wearing

He frowned. “You bsure/b? We haven’t seen everything yet.”

“I’m sure. Because clearly, his mind was somewhere else.

“Alright then.” He gave in. “The stylist will help you with adjustments. Go”

I went to find the stylist and had my

y gown fitted. bWhen /bI came back out, Barbara was gone already.

And Grayson’s face bwas /bunreadable as we left the building.

“How did your ex–wife know we’d be here today?” I asked as we got in the car

“It’s her stylist today. She must have tipped,” He rubbed his temple.

Of course she did. And clearly, they still talked to each other on a regr basis.

“I need to

o give her a call,” he said.

I gestured for him to go ahead. He dialed.

“Hey, it’s me. How’ve you been?”

His voice was different. Gentle, Caring. Like he’s afraid of spooking her

There’s a pause. She’s answering his question. I perked my ear up to listen. But damn couldn’t hear a single thing

i“/iThat’s great,” he continued. “But I ran into Barbara Stansen today. And here’s the crazy part. She thought she was my girlfriend, and apparently, you fed her that. Why did you do that Ida?b” /b

Chapter b68 /b

bChapter /bb68 /b