CHAPTER TWELVE

Christian remained silent before breaking into a little chuckle, why would she ask that? It’s not her fault anyway; he’s hot cake and all of a sudden he’s getting married, Of course, they’d want to know all the tea.

“I like to keep the media in suspense, so I hate it break it to you but that question lingers on. Should you or should you not? That’s for the world to guess.” He answered,

The interviewer seemed taken aback, it wasn’t the answer she was expecting but she couldn’t do anything about it. One of the cameramen started waving a timer from behind me, her time was up.

The ten-minute interview was over. “Anyways that’s a wrap on New York Daily Magazine, Thanks for being with us Mr. Montgomery.” She smiled softly at him, almost like she too was lost in his looks.

Christian left the stage and approached me, “You did…” He crashed his lips for a quick kiss on mine before I had time to finish my sentence, getting used to that might be hard. Especially since it wasn’t real.

I took a shy