Chapter 20: Blurred Lines

The next morning, Olivia woke up to chaos.

Her phone was vibrating nonstop with notifications—texts from colleagues, emails from her editor, and social media exploding with speculation.

She groaned, burying her face in her pillow.

What had she gotten herself into?

The second she pulled herself out of bed, her phone rang. She sighed and answered without checking the caller ID. "Hello?"

"Rise and shine, Carter."

Adrian.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Of course.

"You sound grumpy," he teased.

"I sound sane," she corrected. "Unlike the man who thought fake dating was a great idea."

He chuckled. "Well, 'the man' is waiting for you downstairs."

Her stomach flipped. "What?"

"I'm outside your apartment."

She rushed to the window, and sure enough, Adrian's sleek black car was parked at the curb. He was leaning against it, sunglasses on, looking completely at ease while she was still standing in her pajamas.

She groaned. "What are you doing here?"

"We have a date," he said casually.

She blinked. "Excuse me?"

"We need to make this look real," he reminded her. "That means public outings. Pictures. Hand-holding." His voice dropped slightly. "Unless you're backing out?"

Backing out.

That would be the smart choice.

But Olivia wasn't sure she could.

Not when a part of her was already too deep in this mess.

She exhaled sharply. "Give me twenty minutes."

When she finally slid into the passenger seat, Adrian smirked. "You clean up nice."

She rolled her eyes. "Where are we going?"

He pulled away from the curb. "A charity event. Cameras will be there. It's perfect."

Olivia adjusted her seatbelt, trying to ignore the warmth of his presence beside her. "You've really thought this through."

He shot her a sideways glance. "I take my performances seriously."

Her stomach tightened.

Because the problem wasn't that he was acting.

The problem was that she wasn't sure she was.

The event was already packed when they arrived—paparazzi stationed at the entrance, flashes going off as soon as Adrian stepped out of the car.

He walked around to her side, opening the door and offering his hand.

She hesitated only a second before taking it.

His fingers curled around hers, firm and warm, and the contact sent an unexpected shiver up her spine.

"Smile, Carter," he murmured as he led her onto the red carpet. "Make them believe it."

She did.

But as their fingers intertwined, their bodies leaning just slightly into each other, Olivia had a terrifying realization.

She wasn't pretending anymore.