Page 47 of Puck Blocked
“I was thinking that I love her and wanted to marry her,” I say confidently.
“It’s a scandal. The speculations are insane. Turn on the news. Actually, no, don’t let her see it. Shit. She’s going to freak, Luke. This isn’t good. Where are you?”
“Lia, calm down. It’ll all be fine. This will blow over.” The tabloid stories always do.
“This is huge. Vancouver’s number one bachelor officially off the market kind of huge.” Aliyah sighs. “Where are you? I’ll come to you.”
“We’re at Planet Hollywood.”
“Planet Hollywood? You’re kidding me, right? Please, for the love of God, tell me you’re joking?”
“No, why?”
“You took her to Planet Hollywood? Are times that tough, Jameson? You could have least taken her across the road to the Bellagio. I mean, seriously?” She continues to drone on.
“Okay, Aliyah, I’m hanging up,” I tell her.
“Wait! What room number?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her not to come here, but she’s Montana’s friend. And I have a feeling she might be able to help ease the panic that will set in when my new bride sees what’s going on. I don’t need to turn on the news outlets to know some of what they’re saying.
Vancouver Knights cover up secret love child…
Number six blackmailed into shotgun wedding…
First a mysterious injury, now a mysterious bride. Sources say it’s likely drug-related…
“Room 912,” I huff into the phone.
“It’s not even a penthouse suite. Oh my god.”
I can hear the disapproval in Aliyah’s tone. It doesn’t matter, though, because I know Montana, and she couldn’t care less about where we are as long as we’re together. I cut the call and see my new wife waiting patiently for an update. “Aliyah is on her way over. We need to get dressed.”
“What’s happened?”
I look away. I don’t want to tell her, but I don’t want to lie to her either. “I don’t want you to worry, Tanna. Whatever they’re saying doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you and I know the truth, our truth. We love each other.”
“What who are saying?”
“The news outlets caught wind of our nuptials. It’s all over the tabloids,” I explain.
“Shit.” She jumps up out of bed and runs into the bathroom. By the time I have my boxers and slacks on, Montana walks back out with a robe wrapped around her. “Okay, what do I do? Tell me what to do,” she says.
“Are you okay?”
“No, but we’re going to deal with this together, right?”
“Always together. You and me, Tanna.”
“Okay, then tell me what I need to do.”
“Don’t say anything. If anyone approaches you, don’t answer their questions. Don’t let them bait you into getting angry or upset, because they will try. The paparazzi are nothing but a bunch of vultures. But I’m going to make sure you’re never alone. I’m going to call Gray. Get him to send us a security detail.”
“Okay. What if…” She doesn’t finish her sentence.
“What if what?”
“What if he comes for me?” she asks. “I mean, I know him. He’s going to see this and he’s going to do something.”
