Chapter 15

After classes, every day I cooked for Holden and Mason. I thought I would be in for torture working for Holden but it was better than working for Giovanni.

No rich men were hitting on me. No indecisive customers and I didn't get treated like a servant. Mason usually kept me company when Holden worked in his room.

I dried my hands with a dish towel. Holden was sitting down at the kitchen island finishing his dinner. "I guess if that's everything I'll be on my way out."

"Hot date?" He asked.

"Not a date per se but Jett asked me to go to that motorcycle event with him."

Holden smirked, taking a sip from his glass. "So a date. Good for you, Bambi."He moved to place his plate in the dishwasher.

"It's not a date," I said, "not that it is any of your business that Jett and I decided to be friends —until I'm done helping you with your family."

Holden's grin was saying he had more to say. "What?" I asked.

"I don't know, Bambi, what if this lie never ends and we have to get married."

"I'm not m