Chapter Eight

Before I could ask Damien about Conrad, he quickly pulled away from me.

“I have to take this,” he said, walking away and placing the phone against his ear as he started to speak to Conrad on the phone.

I couldn’t hear what they were talking about properly, but the last thing I wanted to do was sneak up on him because I wanted to listen in on the conversation.

“Just because I know a Conrad doesn’t mean he can’t know one,” I reminded myself. There were thousands – millions, even – of people who had the same name, and it was only a coincidence that Damien knew someone called Conrad, right?

When Damien was done with the call, he returned and carried on with the conversation.

“As I said earlier, I want you to turn in your resignation letter to your boss or your manager. The last thing I want is for us to be caught in the ruthless rumours of the business world. If you get to be known as my fiancée, people will want to keep tabs on you from the press. I don