“Yes,” Grayson says, laughing. “Me and Rosie talked about it all the time,” he says.
“You did?”
Grayson scoffs. “Dude, whenever you guys were in a room together, you’d eye fuck her like she was already naked.”
Aiden grins, clasping his hands behind his head, and stretches his legs onto the coffee table in front of him. “Yeah,” he muses, staring off, no doubt picturing his girlfriend naked. He shakes his head after a few seconds, blinking. “What were we talking about again?”
“Idiot,” Grayson murmurs with a smirk on his lips.
I love knowing Leila is being treated well. She’s been an important part of my life for so long, ever since we worked together, and she helped my sister whenever I asked. It’s amazing seeing someone love her like she deserves.
I rub my jaw. “You guys don’t talk about me and Mads, right?”
Grayson and Aiden glance at each other, speaking some kind of silent language, telling me everything I need to know.
“What the fuck?”
“Hey,” Aiden says, holding his hands up. “My girl thinks you guys are destined for each other, and you’d end up dating for real. I thought she was insane, seeing as you guys hated each other, but then you had to go and prove me wrong.” He shakes his head. “I owe her a foot rub now.”
“A foot rub?” Grayson asks.
Aiden nods, a grin on his lips. “She loves my hands. What can I say?”
Grayson shakes his head, glancing at me. “Why don’t the girls know?” he asks me. “Because I’m sure as shit not going to keep this a secret from Rosie.”
I sigh, hoping Madeline doesn’t hate me for outing our not-so-fake relationship. “She made some sort of bet with Gabi.”
“Oh fuck,” Aiden says, his eyes widening. “I remember that. Whoever ended up dating first had to do a forfeit.” His eyes narrow. “Madi’s going to have red hair?” he asks.
I smile. “She’s going to look so hot.”
My phone buzzes in my lap, and I grin, knowing it’s probably her.
“Speaking of…” I trail off, grinning like an idiot. I’m dying to see her, to talk to her, to kiss her. Aiden was right. This is fucking agony because all I want to do is show her off to the world.
But when I glance down at the screen, it’s not Madeline.
Ana’s text makes my heart race out of my chest when I click on the link she sent and see the title of the article attached.
What the hell?
I scroll down, scanning the article, my heart racing uncontrollably the more I read.
What. The. Fuck.
They know.
They know it’s fake.
“Fuck,” I curse, squeezing my phone in my hand.
“What’s wrong?” James asks a hint of humor in his voice. “Madi dumped you yet?”
“They know.”
“Know what?” he asks, his focus on the game in front of him.
“They know,” I repeat, glancing up at him. His head snaps to face me, and his face drops at my expression. “They know everything.”
