All Chapters of Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHARISSAI wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my phone already in my palm before I had fully straightened. I scrolled to the contact saved under a fake name, some forgettable string of letters, and hit call before I could talk myself into waiting until I looked less like a woman who had just thrown up behind a cartoon squirrel.He picked up on the fourth ring, which was already an insult.“So I’m guessing you weren’t with your phone, or were you just hoping I’d give up?”“I was busy. What now?” Jack’s voice came through flat and irritated, as though I were the inconvenience in this arrangement and not the woman currently paying his rent. “You can’t just call whenever you feel like it, Charissa. It’s not safe.”“I’ll call whenever I feel like it, and you’ll answer.”“God, you can be so needy.”The words sent something hot and immediate through my head. I snapped my mouth shut before the retort could escape, reminding myself that I had no reason to trade insults with a thug like h

JUSTINAI did not have the bandwidth for whatever this was. Not today. Not after the theme-park high that still had my chest feeling too light, and certainly not with Adonis waiting in the car with Gregor while I ducked in to use the bathroom before the drive home.“Not gonna say anything?” Charissa asked.I let it slide right off me and moved toward the stall behind her. I genuinely did not care enough to give her the reaction she was fishing for.She shifted, blocking the narrow space between the sinks and the stalls as though she had rehearsed the choreography.“It’s rude not to greet an acquaintance,” she said, folding her arms.“I don’t know you.”I tried to sidestep her.“Are you stalking us now?”“Don’t flatter yourself.” Her mouth curled, something ugly dressed up in lip gloss. “Unlike your ghetto baby-mama ass, some of us have jobs. I have a shoot. I had no idea you’d be here.”Her eyes narrowed, the last scraps of pretense falling away.“Is Greg here with you? Is the little

GREGORI kept replaying it in my head the whole time we waited by the car, the sound of her laughing at the top of that ride, completely unguarded, with nothing careful about it. I liked her like that. Not the version of her who sometimes flinched whenever I got too close, who measured the distance between us as if crossing it might cost her something, but this one, loose and bright and mine for the length of a photobooth flash.I checked the time.Fifteen minutes.That was too long for a bathroom trip, even allowing for a line."Is Mom okay?" Adonis asked before I could say it myself."I'll go check on her," I said. "Stay here."The words sounded stupid the moment they left my mouth. I wasn't about to leave a young child alone in a car while I went searching for a bathroom."Forget that." I reached for his hand. "We'll go together."He jumped down without argument, and we cut back through the crowd toward the restrooms.I noticed the gathering before I noticed anything else. A cluste

CHARISSAI ignored her.“And your compositions aren't exactly revolutionary either. You put the model in the center, point a camera at her, and apparently we're all supposed to applaud because you remembered to focus.”Petros took a step toward me. “You have no idea what you're talking about.”“I know exactly what I'm talking about. I also watched you spend ten minutes screaming at your assistant because she moved a reflector three inches.”“She moved it without asking me.”“She moved it three inches.”“Because it changed the light.”“Then maybe your lighting wasn't very good to begin with.”Nadia's head dropped into her hands.I wasn't finished.“The audacity to be judging me when you talk to your assistants like they're furniture, you throw tantrums when anyone touches your precious equipment, and you spend half the shoot complaining about how nobody understands your vision.”“My vision has won awards.”“Confuckingratulations.”Petros stared at me.I smiled without warmth.“Maybe ne

JUSTINA"Too much?""Not even close."Something loosened in my chest, something that had been wound tight since the bathroom, since the crowd, since the moment I'd seen Adonis's face."Then I don't care. Let it come out. Let all of it come out."I met his eyes."She's a model, isn't she? That means her whole career runs on being wanted, being clean, being marketable. After a public meltdown like that, she's going to need to shut a lot of mouths and calm a lot of eyes, and I think she should be the one doing the shutting. Not you. Not your lawyers. Not your money."I paused."Her."Gregor studied me for a moment, something like admiration flickering beneath his amusement."Okay, then." He smoothed the last piece of tape into place and sat back on his heels. "I think that's a genuinely interesting kind of revenge."His mouth twitched."Cruel, but chic.""Spend enough time with people, and you start picking things up from them."I gestured vaguely at him."I'll take that as a compliment.