His Fake Fiancee
"I wanted to inform you that the photographers are in place."
The ire with which he speaks has my defenses shackling ten feet high. And when I feel Damien tense against me, allowing a silence to ensue, they raise even higher.
"Photographers?" My eyes bounce between them. "What photographers?"
"Oh, excuse me," Damien butts-in before he can answer. "Harrison, you know Hannah, right? My personal assistant. I guess I never introduced her to you officially as my girlfriend."
For a split second, not an ounce of shock reveals behind the man's eyes. Not until he feigns a pleasant smile, extending his arm to me. "How wonderful. It's great to meet you."