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Chapter Eight
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2025-05-27 22:30:00I decided to eat at a hip, dark downtown bistro. It was well-known for its delicious food, cosy atmosphere, and most importantly the likelihood of a covert paparazzi presence.
Being noticed was the aim, not starting a circus. I got there first, carefully going over the reservation under a false identity, then quietly looking around the room. A woman with an unexpectedly large camera bag was feigning to be preoccupied with her menu two tables away. Excellent. Five minutes later, Jett showed up, sending a slight tremor through the room once more. He looked more like a CEO albeit one who could bench press a small car than an athlete in a dark,
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With a bewildering array of meticulously planned appearances and "candid"moments, the days that followed flew by. Once a peaceful haven, my flat is now a never-ending buzz of strategy. Eve was a flurry of activity, setting up interviews, verifying the specifics of the charity event, and taking calls from Jett's increasingly impressed agent. Surprisingly, Jett was naturally skilled at public relations. With ease, he assumed the part of the endearing but somewhat bashful boyfriend, always knowing when to give me that heartbreaking smile or a gentle, comforting look. During a visit to a children's hospital, he even managed to appear genuinely interested by holding a baby's hand and patiently allowing a young girl to braid his hair. It was widely covered by the media. One headline said, "Jett Heathrow: Softer Than You Think!"and included a photo of him seemingly tenderly looking down at a child. But in private, the distinctions remained hazy. Our phone conversations, which at first onl
Faking It With The Quarterback Chapter Eight
I decided to eat at a hip, dark downtown bistro. It was well-known for its delicious food, cosy atmosphere, and most importantly the likelihood of a covert paparazzi presence. Being noticed was the aim, not starting a circus. I got there first, carefully going over the reservation under a false identity, then quietly looking around the room. A woman with an unexpectedly large camera bag was feigning to be preoccupied with her menu two tables away. Excellent. Five minutes later, Jett showed up, sending a slight tremor through the room once more. He looked more like a CEO albeit one who could bench press a small car than an athlete in a dark,
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Normally a haven of controlled chaos, my office became a war room. The following few days were a haze of careful planning, strategy meetings, and phone conversations with Jett's agent, who appeared to be far too amused by the circumstances.Unexpectedly, Eve was a tornado of productivity; her initial giddiness gave way to a keen focus I was unaware she possessed. She assisted me in writing press releases, making mood boards, and even beginning a thorough calendar of possible "sightings."To his credit, Jett was surprisingly obedient.He was punctual for our meetings, listened carefully to my explanations of public opinion, and even kept a straight face when I described the type of personal information we would have to fabricate about our "relationship"for the media. Sometimes he would interrupt with a sardonic, dry remark, but most of the time he would just watch me, those intense blue eyes tracking everything I did. To put it mildly, it was unsettling. "All right,"I said late Friday a
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My mouth hung open, like a fly trap. The word was thin and reedy, hardly more than a whisper, and it was entirely different from the self-assured PR agent I usually was. "What the… what do you mean, 'Okay'?"Had Paul's dramatics and my assistant's sheer insolence finally caused my brain to short circuit? The man who had just sent my ex-fiance flying like a discarded rag doll, Jett Heathrow, shrugged. With a slight smirk on his lips, he leaned back against the doorframe and stared at me with those intense blue eyes. "Miss Jonas, you heard me. I said, 'Okay, let's pretend to be together. You can be the 'nice and normal' woman who helps me look better."I gazed first at him and then at Eve, who was practically bouncing with anticipation in the doorway. "What did you do, Eve? Get in here."My assistant smiled, bless her eager but frequently impetuous heart. She punctuated the last sentence with a noticeable wiggle of her eyebrows, utterly unaware of the new hell she had just let loos
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Scarlett"Who the fuck are you?" Paul sneered, staggering to his feet. Jett took a step toward him and my coward ex scrambled backward, all his earlier bravado suddenly gone. Honestly, he'd have been stupid to try to go up against a man like Jett, who was way bigger and looked every inch a viking. "You have three seconds to get out of here," Jett said in a cold voice. Paul glanced over his shoulder at me, "Seriously? These are the kind of assholes you surround yourself with now?" A moment later, recognition filled his face, "Wait a minute, aren't you Jett Heathrow? The football_"The taller man had had enough. He reached forward, grasped my ex by the collar and tossed him out the door before banging it shut on his stunned face. I was at a loss of words. How had he found me here? "What the hell are you doing here? I'm sorry, but you have to leave. I have an appointment and I can't deal with whatever this is right now," I snapped, "I had no idea who you were, okay? And you don't nee
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Scarlett"I hope you're not still mad that I didn't tell you my brother is Jett Heathrow," Jen said over the phone two days later. "Of course not," I said while clicking away on my laptop."It's just that after years of seeing girls and guys too befriend me just so they could get to him, hiding it became instinctive," she chuckled dryly, "And he's been going by my mum's last name ever since, so it was easy to not connect the dots." And also the fact that Jett Heathrow was six feet five with solid muscle, while she was five feet and a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet. The truth is that I didn't care that her brother was a superstar football player who made my entire year salary in like two weeks. She didn't owe me her family history or anything. My major concern was that I now knew what her brother sounded like when he came, and that was...a problem. I'd done my best to avoid Jett throughout the weekend at her parents' house and had managed to get away with it and run back to
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