"You mean one person you couldn't control?"
"I prefer manage." She glared.
"Manage it is."
Beth
I didn't sleep all night. It had nothing to do with the fact that sex personified was snoring next to me. I was even partial to the snores. It had turned into my white noise, my soothing sound.
Something wasn't right.
I wasn't sure if it was me, if it was Jace, or if it was just the situation. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was the situation.
Everything had been going fine until things got heated during our moonlight swim. It was almost as if he'd seen a ghost. I tucked my knees under my chest and sighed. Was it me? Or was it something more?
I stole a glance at him, knowing that I was being the creepy girl that watched a hot guy sleep. I was totally pulling a Bridget Jones. The scar near his eye was more evident in the moonlight; it made me wonder where he got it? Football, maybe? Or getting punched in the face by Travis? I smiled to myself.
Two more days, and this vacation would be over. Whatever Jace and I felt for each other would be tested.
The experience had almost felt like something off The Bachelor. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed exactly like a reality show. From the dates to the excursions. I frowned.
I don't know why I didn't think of it before, but the minute the little light bulb turned on — I almost started crying.
She was Bacheloring us. And yes I was totally comparing my life to a reality show.
We'd had the romantic getaway, the action adventure, the silly couples' therapy followed by the whole vulnerable Jace moment, even down to the fact that Brett had shown up. Both Jace had I been so ridiculously played that it wasn't even funny — nor was it real.
None of it was real.
I'd gotten exactly what I'd asked for.
Something fake.
My money was even on Grandma putting Jace's parents up to the task of making him feel guilty. After all, he'd very openly written down on a piece of paper that he never wanted to let them down. Not marrying me would let them down.
I was a smart girl. I'd always been smart. Sadly, during the last week all I'd done was ignored my feelings and my gut when it had told me something wasn't right.
Jace and I, back in the real world? With cameras flashing and people all around us? The fairytale would fade into the blackness, and I'd be left — exactly how I'd started off. Alone. Only this time I'd have a broken heart on top of everything else.
I was letting my insecurities take control. But I couldn't help it, because it still didn't make sense. Why would he want me? Why would he look at me as if I was his long-lost love?
Jace stirred next to me. The blanket fell off his golden skin. It wasn't real. He wasn't real. Because in what world would a guy like him actually be interested in me?
I was about to break a promise.
Being as quiet as humanly possible, I went over to my suitcase, pulled out my phone, and grabbed my charger. I tiptoed into the bathroom and locked the door.
My phone wasn't completely dead, so I plugged it in and only felt a twinge of guilt when I typed in Jace's name.
Senator Jace Brevik.
Most of the pages that popped up described his perfect childhood, loads of money, and ability to charm the pants off just about anything that walked.
A few brief paragraphs about his ex-fiancée who'd accused him of cheating on her with paid escorts.
And then a news article from yesterday…
Sources close to Senator Brevik say he had this trip planned for months and is vacationing with family while he enjoys a brief respite from his busy schedule. His parents are expected to join him. Sources say last week the senator was seen going into a hotel with an alleged prostitute. Friends of the senator identified the girl as Beth Lynn, a friend in town for her sister's wedding. The senator also attended the wedding, serving as a groomsman for Travis Titus of Titus Enterprises.
That was it.
The rumor had died down.
Clearly, it had been fixed.
So why were we still in Hawaii faking a marriage? And why was Grandma still urging the cover up?
I clicked the link to the next article, this one from an entertainment blog.
This week's polls show that Senator Brevik's approval ratings are likely to take a jump if he settled down and got married. Sources say he's just sly enough to pull off a wedding in the near future. After all, the man isn't nicknamed slick for no reason.
Lies. They had to be printing lies. Right? Was Grandma in on it too?
Suddenly unable to breathe, I turned the phone off and started pacing the bathroom. What if he and Grandma were in on it? Was I just a pity case? Available? Easy? The crazy cat lady!
I stomped back into the bedroom and flicked on the light. "Get up."
"Wha—"
I threw at pillow at his head. "Get up."
"You better be dying…" Jace grumbled in a low voice as he sat up in bed and glared. "What's wrong?"
"Everything." Panic welled in my chest as I clicked open the article and threw the phone at his face. He caught it before it nicked his perfect chiseled jaw. Damn him. "Read."
"Okay." Jace held up the phone. "And didn't we say no technology?"
"We did," I agreed. "And now I know why you were so eager to put everything away."
Jace's eyes about bugged out of his head as he read through the article. Finally, he set the phone down and rubbed his face with his hands. "You believe this?"
"Of course I believe it!" I knew I was shouting but couldn't help myself. "Why else would you have stayed? You saw an opportunity and took it! You even have our parents in on it!"
"What?" Jace roared. "What the hell are you talking about? You think I planned this? You think I lured you here under my fairytale-voodoo magic and decided that, hey, you'll do? My polls really aren't that important. Geez do I look that desperate?"
I reared back as if I'd just been slapped. "So you'd have to be desperate to marry me?"
"No!" Jace yelled. "Of course not! I told you today how I feel. I mean it. I like you. I want a second chance with you. What do I have to do to prove it to you?"
"Let me walk away."
"What?"
"Let me. Walk. Away." I shrugged. "Out the door. Let me catch the next flight."
"Why the hell would I do that? Why would I let you get away again?" He looked panicked as he held his head in his hands. "I just found you again and… you want to leave?"
"Because, it's the only way I'll believe you. If you make me stay, it means you had it all planned out. If you let me go—"