Page 80 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

We’re finally back on the mainland, and I’m still buzzing with that strange mix of excitement and exhaustion that only comes after a long, chaotic trip.

Grace walks beside me, her hand loosely intertwined with mine, and it feels like we're still wrapped up in our own little world.

But my phone’s been vibrating non-stop for the past few minutes, ever since I turned it back on, buzzing angrily in my pocket like it’s on fire.

I ignore it at first. Everyone else can wait. I just want to bask in the glow of solitude with my fiance for a little while longer.

I know that I will have a list of things to do—meetings, press interviews, script readings—but I’ve been savoring the peace we had on the island, the quiet moments where it was just me and Grace.

Still, the buzzing won’t stop. One call after another—message after message.

“I think your phone’s going to explode,” Grace says with a laugh, her fingers brushing against my arm.

“Yeah, it’s Camille or Fiona, I’m sure,” I say with a sigh, finally pulling it out of my pocket. “I should probably see what she wants before she comes hunting me down.”

Grace smirks, but her attention shifts to her own phone, which starts buzzing in her purse at the same time. “I think Devon’s trying to get ahold of me.”

We exchange a look. Maybe we both knew this moment was coming, but neither of us expected it to hit the second our feet touched solid ground again.

With a reluctant swipe, I answer Camille’s call.

“Theo!” she shouts before I can even say hello. I can practically see her pacing her office, her headset barely hanging on. “I’ve been trying to reach you for hours! Where have you been?”

“Just got back from the island,” I say, glancing at my beautiful fiancé, who’s doing her best to juggle Devon’s call. She mouths‘good luck’to me before turning away. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Camille repeats, incredulous.

“Theo, I don’t know what kind of magic you and Grace have tapped into, but you’ve becometheit guy,theit couple—and you don’t even realize it.

You’ve had dozens of film offers come in just in the last week alone.

Dale can’t keep up. He’s been throwing them at me because he’s drowning in requests.

Every studio wants a meeting.

They want you—no, scratch that—theyneedyou.”

I pull the phone away from my ear, just slightly, so Camille’s voice doesn’t blow out my eardrum. I blink, trying to process everything she’s saying, but it’s coming at me fast.

“Wait, slow down,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What are you talking about? We’ve been off the grid for a few days. I haven’t even?—”

“Exactly!” she cuts me off, her voice sharp.

“You’ve been gone, and yet the buzz around you and Grace hasexploded!

It’s like the world’s been waiting for you to come back.

I’ve got directors—ones who never evenconsideredyou before—practicallybegging.

Some of the assholes who shunned you after Alexia’s bullshit? They’re now singing your praises and begging for forgiveness.

You havenoidea what a plethora of gifts are piling up in my house for you right now.

It’s insane. Literally justbonkers,Theo.”

“I don’t understand. What changed?”

“They seethat the beast can be tamed, I guess.

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