I glanced at him. “The answer to the first question is a definite no. Being jealous? Not sure, but I don’t think so. Marcus and I… We’ve been over for a long time, and…heck. No, I’m not jealous of him. It’s just sort of a weird thing for Charlotte to do behind my back. If she had at any time told me that she had feelings for Marcus, I would’ve gotten over it, and if they love each other…I would be happy for them. I mean, she hasn’t even talked to me about it so I have no idea what’s actually going on. Just a few short months ago, the day I was meeting with the production people, Marcus came to my room to tell me he thought we would get back together once I’d finished my book. And now he is with Char? I don’t know. It’s not anger or jealousy I’m feeling. It’s something else, but I’m not sure I can name it.”
“I understand. The way Marcus acted when I came to get your little drunk ass from their apartment, I wouldn’t have guessed he had his eyes on anyone but you.”
“Yeah, I heard about that from Lucy, too.”
“Well,” he started as he got up from the bed, completely naked.
Don’t look, Olive. Don’t do it.
But of course, I looked.
At least don’t look down.
Oh, but I did.
“The invitation is open; you can invite whomever you want to invite. Devlin will have a VIP room reserved for us so we’ll have privacy.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Olive
Two days later, we were getting out of the car in front of Devlin’s club, Mad Play. The logo for the club was two Ms intertwined with each other in a geometric shape. I had no idea what it meant since it wasn’t the initials of the club, but it was cool as hell.
Jason and I had met with his friend over dinner before he headed to his club ahead of us. Even though we had barely spent an hour together, he was very charming throughout the entire diner—maybe a little too charming, the kind that would sweet talk you out of your panties if given the chance.
Imagining him wreaking havoc in New York with a single Jason had led to a multitude of scenarios going through my mind. Those two would break hearts left and right, and they probably already had. On a side note, I had loved how Jason had introduced me as his wife. I wasn’t sure if he would let him know this was all a play for the public eye. Since my best friend knew, I’d assumed he would share that with Devlin, just like Alvin was in on the whole thing.
Speaking of Alvin, he was supposed to meet us at the club with his girlfriend, but as far as we knew he hadn’t made it yet.
The biggest surprise of the night, however, was getting a text message from Lucy that said Char and her friend Lily were coming with her. Not having any idea how that would go down, I decided not to dwell on it for the time being.
Since there would be drinking involved, Jason had a driver drop us off. When I saw all the paparazzi huddled in front of the club, I held on to Jason’s hand tighter and exited the car right after him.
Wrapping his hand more securely around mine, he put his other hand at the small of my back and guided me toward the entrance. The bulky guard at the front didn’t even check our names as we were ushered in before the paparazzi could swarm us.
“Does it ever get easier?” I asked, slightly breathless from jogging the short distance. The music was loud enough that Jason had to lean down to hear what I was saying. I repeated my question when he was close enough.
“The paparazzi, the constant following…does it ever get easier?”
He shook his head in a distracted manner and curled his arm around my waist, pulling me close to his body as a beautiful blonde approached us with a smiling face. Of course, she only had eyes for Jason and ignored me completely. I was getting used to it.
Really.
I definitely didn’t wanna gouge her eyes out or anything.
That would be gruesome.
“Hello Mr. Thorn. My name is Drew. We were waiting for you. If you can follow me, I’ll take you to Devlin.”
Jason didn’t reply, gave her a stiff nod, and pretty much shattered the girls dreams, judging by the look on her face.
Smug, I stood a bit straighter and gave the girl a brilliant smile when she finally gave me a dismissing glance.
Fuck her.
After walking through a hallway filled with mirrors and lights, we found ourselves at the mouth of the club where you could see the sea of bodies dancing under the flashing lights. A remix of the latest song by The Weeknd was blasting through the speakers and from what I could see, it looked like everyone was having the time of their lives.
As we started following the girl, skirting around the gyrating bodies, Jason positioned me in front of him and kept his hands on me at all times.
Trusting him to guide me in the right direction, I took out my phone from the small clutch in my hands and sent a quick text to Lucy asking if they had arrived.
By the time we made it to Devlin’s side and the blonde gave Jason one last longing look, Lucy had texted back, saying they were already inside. After sending one last text that asked her to meet us at the bar area where we were, I gave all of my attention to Jason.
“Your friends are here?” he asked as soon as I tucked my phone back into my purse.
“Yes. I told her where we are.” I looked around me and noticed that no one was bothering Jason. No one was coming at us, begging to take a picture with him or have him sign any of their body parts.
“Marcus?” he asked, his voice tighter than I would’ve liked.
“No,” I said shortly and turned my eyes to Devlin. “Are you sure it’s safe for Jason to be down here?”
Devlin let out a sexy laugh. If Jason hadn’t been my Jason, the guy I wanted to have babies with, I would have been content with just watching his friend. “Aww, how sweet of your little wife to be worried about you, Jason,” he yelled to be heard.
Jason’s thumb brushed the underside of my breast.
“So, what do you think of my new place?” Devlin asked, opening his arms.
Sure, let’s ignore little Olive.
Despite feeling annoyed at being dismissed again, I had to admit, his place did look amazing. The general color scheme of the venue was black, white, and gold. There were white balloons dipped in gold paint floating around the place and my hands were itching to steal a few of them.
“It looks amazing,” I said, looking at the female bartenders that were wearing pretty gold dresses. The guys were wearing black slacks with white button downs, complementing the girls perfectly. The whole concept was simple, but sexy.
“What she said,” Jason said with a sexy chin lift.
Looking satisfied with the answer, Devlin nodded. “What can I get you guys?” he asked, leaning toward us.
“I have to be on set tomorrow so I’ll only have one and I’ll take that later,” Jason answered his friend before glancing down at me.
“I’ll have a Long Island,” I murmured, looking up at him.
God, was it a good time to lick that dimple? Or those lips, I would have been content with licking those lips…
Smiling at me as if he could hear my thoughts, he fitted his hand around my neck and brushed a small kiss at the edge of my mouth.
“Happy?” he asked, showing me a bit of his dimple.
Holding on to his forearm, I leaned up and kissed his dimple as my answer. When I leaned back, his dimple was out full force. Taking my drink from Devlin, I rested my back against Jason’s chest and listened to them talk as I waited for the girls to find us.