Saturday Snippet - Adored by the Billionaire 1 - Desired by the Billionaire 5.
The office hummed softly in the background as Paige stared at the computer screen. It amazed her how quickly life returned to normal. Well as normal as life can be if you happened to be in a relationship with one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. Evading news reporters had become almost like a job in itself.
Of course all of that paled in comparison to the media frenzy that would erupt if they couldn’t get the company back on its feet. Christopher had done a very thorough job, even in death he still seemed to have a stranglehold on the company. And that wasn’t the only thing he still seemed to be messing with.
Will was different, withdrawn, distant. It didn’t seem to matter what Paige did, nothing cracked the cold shell he had created around himself. She had honestly hoped that now that everything was behind them that he would return to her, become the man she had known he was.
Part of her wondered if he still wanted her? Now that the threat was gone, now that she was no longer some sort of loose end, did Will see her as more of a nuisance? Just another chattel wrapped noose like around his neck.
Burying her face in her hands she pressed her fingers in hard against her eyes hoping to physically push the tears away. In the dead of night Paige had found herself crying and that wasn’t who she was. She was strong, determined, no one, no man had ever gotten to her in the same way that Will had. He was under her skin, buried so deep within her that he was wrapped around her heart. How was she supposed to deal with whatever was going on, when she couldn’t even control her own feelings for him.
“Have you seen this latest one?”
Marissa burst into the office waving a newspaper around in front of Paige’s face. The petite brunette was practically hopping from one foot to the other when Paige lifted her gaze. She plastered a smile across her face. The last thing she needed was the office spreading rumours. That was how the one about her supposed pregnancy spread to the media. The fallout from it hadn’t been easy to clean up and for a moment Paige could have sworn that she saw a flicker of something more in Will’s eyes when he’d heard the news.
“What are they saying now?”
“There’s a countdown started wondering when he’ll pop the question.”
“What?”
Impatience flared within Paige filling her voice with an acidity that didn’t belong there.
“Show it to me.”
Marissa handed it over without another word, her obvious enthusiasm crushed. Part of Paige felt bad, none of this was Marissa’s fault. None of it was even her fault if she was honest about it, this was something that only Will could answer for.
Paige scanned the article, her heart sinking further and further within her chest. She felt like someone had tied a lead weight around her heart. Why did they have to keep tormenting her like this? What made her relationship with Will so god damned interesting that at every turn the media had to print stories about it?
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