Page 43 of Vicious Tycoon

It was constantly wavering and waiting for either of us to make the first move. All we had to do was look at each other, and sparks flew.

This was no different.

It was everything.

It was us.

With the way he was gazing at me, there was no way I’d escape him. Somewhere along the way, my boy turned into a man, and I couldn’t resist his charm and charisma. I loved that about him. The way he could command a room, a set, an interview…

Aires was never afraid to be himself, and, in turn, that made him more confident in everything he did. At times, he was arrogant, but when you had the world at your fingertips, you would be too.

I listened intently to the way he responded to each and every question. To an outsider looking in, he seemed nothing but professional, but to me, he was purposely flirting with me in front of them. Probably to prove the point that he could do whatever he wanted, whether I wanted him to or not.

“Aires, what’s it feel like to spend the night in jail?” a rude reporter spewed.

I opened my mouth to respond for him, but Aires beat me to it in replying, “It was humbling, and I’ve learned from my mistakes. I’m so thankful to be starring in a movie with B. Night as the director, and I don’t think it can get any better than that. Adding Bailey into the mix was just icing on the cake.”

“A lot of people don’t think you deserve a second chance. What do you say to them?”

This asshole.

As always, Aires was the epitome of cool, calm, and collected while I wanted to tackle the reporter like we were out in the wild. The nerve of that man.

“I say mistakes are what make us human, and I’m still evolving into the best version of myself that I can be.”

His team must have prepped him for these questions which I couldn’t be more relieved for. For the next hour, all I kept thinking about was getting the hell out of here.

“How does it feel to be known as such a bad boy, Aires?”

“Aires,” another journalist called out. “Do you think you’ll ever settle down?”

The same columnist from before questioned, “Do you ever see yourself getting married someday? Starting a family? A son who could possibly carry on your legacy?”

I could tell Aires resisted the urge to tell him to go fuck himself.

“Have any of the models you’ve dated over the years caught your attention enough to possibly become a girlfriend?” another reporter asked, bringing my attention over to her.

Aires grinned in a mischievous way. “I don’t have time for any distractions that include anything more than no strings attached.”

“So there’s no special woman out there who you’re hiding from the world?”

Aires arched an eyebrow, playing every bit the part he’d perfected over the years. “Not just one.”

Everyone laughed, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“Bailey, how about you? Any special someone?”

I lied with a smile. “None that I can think of.”

“I’m sure your father must love that, given his reputation before his wife came into the picture.”

“My father was a saint.” I smirked.

“Any news if he’ll be releasing a new album anytime soon?”

“I don’t speak for my father.”

“Are you still close with your family?”

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