Page 10 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

Could Devon be telling me the truth right now?

“Why would people believe her if she’s done this in the past?”

“I don’t know. Trust me; I did everything in my power to change the narrative. No one would listen. She played the victim, and everyone continued to fall for it. You included.”

I roll my eyes. “Fine, whatever, we can sit at his table, I guess.”

The three of us begin walking toward the middle of the gala again. Sarah and Devon intercept anyone coming toward me for a picture opportunity until Theo Rossi comes into view, and my heart speeds up.

Whoa! What’s that about? He’s an asshole of epic proportions!

He’s still even more gorgeous in person; I’ll give him that.

He is the kind of man who exudes quiet strength, drawing people in without even trying. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a gaze as sharp as it is tender, he carries an air of mystery, like he's seen the world but still craves something more.

His dark, unruly hair falls just above his intense, stormy-blue eyes. There's something undeniably magnetic about him.

The evilest of men are usually hot and magnetic. Don’t let that fool you.

He wasn’t thinking about you when he used you to cheat on that poor woman; stop thinking about him.

The crisp black fabric of his tux clings to his broad shoulders and tapers perfectly down his sculpted chest, hinting at the hard lines of his muscles beneath.

The tux only heightens his natural magnetism, making him look both impossibly polished and rugged.

A man who could handle any room he's in while making every woman wonder what it would be like to be close enough to touch him.

Except you, Grace. You’re too smart to get caught up with a man who’s been accused of the things he has. Especially when you know for a fact what he’s capable of.

I lick my lips involuntarily just as those gorgeous blue eyes lock onto mine. My breath catches in my throat, and I stumble a bit.

Way to go, Grace. Your ex, the hottest, most successful man in the room, looks at you and you seem as though you’ve never walked in stilettos before.

It doesn’t matter what he thinks. He’s also the most conceited, biggest jerk in the room.

Theo stands gracefully, never breaking eye contact with me. He’s well over six feet tall and a very imposing figure, even with that award-winning smile.

I see why women who don’t know better fall at his feet.

“Devon!” he calls out with a wide grin as he claps my manager on the back.

“Theo, you know Sarah, but this is my client and friend, Grace Simmons.”

“Grace, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he drawls as he sticks his hand out toward me.

So, we’re pretending not to know each other, great. Noted.

I was not at all prepared for how his deep, gravelly voice would hit me.

The sound sends a pulse right to my core.

“And I’ve heard a lot about you,” I reply drily as I shake his hand.

The second we touch, something similar to a bolt of lightning rips through me, and I silently gasp. His eyes meet mine in question.

Did he feel it, too?

Theo pulls out a chair for me and gestures for me to sit next to him. I do and his arm goes to the back of my chair. My eyes widen as I look over at Sarah.

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