I shrug my shoulders. “No clue. My friend just told me that they were sending everyone home,” I lie, straight through my teeth.
I think since the moment Hayden saw me at the fight, that wedding was doomed.
Nicole stood no chance because of Hayden seeing me and I may not know for sure if Nicole liked him or not, but I still feel horrible and guilty that Hayden canceled everything and did all that for me.
Hayden and I haven’t talked about what will happen after he grows closer with Junior or if he will be revealing he has a son to the public.
I think that Hayden revealing he has a son is his decision but revealing that it’s Junior is something completely different.
I know I’m already pretty well known, not A-List celebrity well known, but journalist well known while Hayden is known by almost everyone in the world. So, everyone who knows Hayden would know who Junior is and me.
Which means, no more privacy or peace.
Let’s not forget about the fact that Hayden still comes with history.
Plus, he has no idea who I’ve become since leaving that room.
“Jaclyn,” Jules says, making me look at her.
“Yes? Sorry, I spaced.”
“It’s fine. I was asking how you even got invited to Hayden Night’s wedding. Who’s the friend who invited you? I just can’t believe they even let a journalist join.”
“My friend is Hayden’s sister. We were friends in college and just reconnected recently. We aren’t close or anything.” I lie.
Jules raises her eyebrows in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”
I shrug again. “I didn’t think we would ever talk again. It didn’t seem important.”
Jules nods her head, still wanting to ask questions but she stays silent. “Well, I’m glad you had fun, nonetheless. If you do end up finding more information on Hayden Night and Nicole Earnings let me know,” she says, but I won’t. Mostly because I want to respect both of their privacy. I’m not a paparazzi. I’m a journalist who likes writing stories and learning more about people that I talk to and meet, not by finding out myself from online. “For now, here is your next project. I already emailed this CEO about a meeting, and he is trying to find time in his schedule. A lot of people are just wanting to know how he got so successful and wealthy at a young age. Pretty easy and basic.” Jules slides a folder my way about the CEO.
I take the folder and smile before leaving her office quietly.
I walk into my office and Brandon is sitting across from my desk. I place the folder on the desk and start to get to work.
I just need to quiet my mind, especially from all the thoughts of Hayden.
“Everything okay?” Brandon asks.
He’s been wanting to know what Hayden said to me after he dropped us off at home yesterday. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to Brandon, so I sent him home. I honestly don’t feel like talking to anyone about Hayden.
My mind thinks about Hayden enough.
“Yea, everything’s fine. Just getting back to work,” I say quietly, not looking at him.
“Bullshit. You're anxious. You’re trying to distract yourself. Talk to me. Is it about him?”
“No. I’m just tired, that's all. Jet lag,” I lie.
I just don’t want him to worry about me.
Plus, Hayden is my problem. I don’t want Brandon to worry about Hayden and I or just Hayden in general.
Hayden and I are the ones who need to figure out our shit, with no one else involved.
My phone starts buzzing, making me look down.
Hayden’s name pops up on the screen and I sigh. Brandon looks at the call and gives me a worried look. I ignore him and answer the call.