Chapter 5: The Aftermath of a Headline

The moment they slipped out of the gala and into Adrian's car, Olivia yanked herself away from him, her eyes blazing with fury.

"What the hell was that?" she snapped.

Adrian leaned back against the leather seat, completely unfazed. "Damage control."

"Damage control?" she repeated, incredulous. "You just threw me into the middle of a media circus!"

He smirked, adjusting the cuff of his suit. "Trust me, sweetheart, it was better than the alternative."

Olivia glared. "And what exactly was the alternative?"

He turned to her, his expression suddenly unreadable. "A different kind of headline. The kind that would have had reporters digging into your life, not just mine."

She frowned. "I can handle myself."

He tilted his head, studying her. "Can you?"

She didn't like the way he said that—like he already knew something about her, something she hadn't told him.

Olivia exhaled sharply. "Fine. Let's say I go along with this ridiculous rumor. What happens now?"

Adrian's smirk returned. "Now? We make it look convincing."

Her stomach twisted. "Convincing how?"

"Dates. Appearances. The usual."

She scoffed. "I'm not dating you."

"Good," he said easily. "Because I'm not dating you either."

Her frustration grew. "So why even bother pretending?"

Adrian's expression finally hardened, his playful demeanor dimming just slightly. "Because if the press is going to spin a story, I'd rather control the narrative."

Something about the way he said it made her pause.

There was more to this than just a simple rumor.

But before she could push further, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, sighed, and then met her gaze with a resigned expression.

"Congratulations, Olivia," he said, tossing his phone onto the seat. "We're officially trending."

Her heart sank.

This wasn't just a misunderstanding anymore.

She was in it now.