Page 42 of Stolen

“Who’s Leo?” Parker’s voice came from my pocket.

Shit.

Was he still on that video call?

I pulled out my phone, stopping in the middle of a hallway. “No one. You don’t need to worry about it?—”

“She said you were hanging around him, right? And did she say you were working as his assistant, too?” Parker laughed. “So, what? You’re going to have two jobs now?”

“I’m not Leo’s assistant.”

“Cool. Then, what’s the deal?” Parker smirked. “Come on, Jacob. I’ve known you way too long. I can tell when you’re keeping something from me.”

“Fine. But not here.” I hastily made my way to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me just as fast.

“Uh, why so secretive, Jacob?” Parker’s eyes went wide. “Shit. He’s not married or something, is he?”

“What? No!” I leaned against a nearby wall. “It’s not like that. It’s just…”

“It’s just?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

“He’s the one running the photoshoot. All of it was his idea,” I started. “And since he’s in charge, he doesn’t exactly need everyone knowing that we’re sleeping together?—”

“You’re sleeping together?!” Parker’s jaw nearly fell to the floor. “Holy shit!”

“It’s not a big deal?—”

“It’s a huge deal!” Parker insisted. “Jacob, you’ve barely slept with the same person more than once in your whole life!You hooking up with someone on a regular basis? This is like watching a man walk on the moon!”

“I take offense to that summary of my love life.”

“You can’t take offense to the truth, buddy.”

“Whatever.” I resisted the urge to end the video call right then and there. “I was just trying to get you up to speed, anyway?—”

“Wait.” Parker’s tone shifted, now much more serious than before.

“Wait, what?”

“What’s your boyfriend’s last name again?”

“He’s not my boyfriend. And his last name is Sullivan.”

“Shit.” Parker sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I’m pretty sure I just saw your boyfriend’s name trending on social media.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Parker?”

“When you had me in the darkness of your pocket, I got bored and scrolled through my phone. I saw something trending about Leo Sullivan and Keith Rogers, but Keith is kind of an asshole so I’m not really much of a fan?—”

“Why were they trending?” I pressed. “What’s going on, Parker?”

“Hold on.” Parker held up a finger as he reached for his laptop. Soon enough, he was holding the screen up to his phone. “Here. See for yourself.”

In that same moment, my stomach dropped. There was a photo of Keith and Leo from the photoshoot, when Leo was helping Keith get back up. For a second, it looked like they were holding hands, and of course, his temporary assistant had managed to get the perfect shot.

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