Page 7 of Hold On Me

‘Family over everything’ #Hankisthebest #sisterfromanothermister #bossmantoBrady.

Part of me wants to ignore it, while another part—a bigger part—wants to explore, so I scroll over the comments. Comment after comment assaults my eyes, every one declaring Jenson the best thing since sliced bread.

A grin forms on my lips. Angie certainly worked wonders with his image if people are this taken with him again. I keep scrolling, rolling my eyes at the numerous comments of women asking to be a part of his family. Angie will be furious at them, and it makes me laugh and frown at the same time.

Deciding I’ve had enough comments and pictures of myself, I scroll through the rest of my newsfeed, stopping abruptly when I see the same photo of us, this time cropped so it looks like we’re the only ones in the whole damn place.

I can’t escape her. And the worst part is, I don’t really want to.

Taking a closer look at who posted this image, I bristle when I realize it’s from a well known entertainment account notorious for spouting shit about my dating life. They’ve lifted the image from Jenson’s post. The image is ridiculous in itself but the caption…‘The look of lust?’

Fuck. We do look like we’re seconds from ripping each other's clothes off. I’m standing slightly behind her, leaning down to speak in her ear. Her eyes are hooded and that fucking lip is between her teeth again.

I scroll to the comments and scoff when I read the first one.Get you a man who looks at you like Ben looks at her. Another comment reads:I knew there was someone he had a thing with. He’s been so obvious.

Have I? I avoid all paparazzi and go to extreme lengths to not have my private life splashed online, so how have I been obvious?

My frustration is growing, but so is my curiosity, and I can’t seem to stop scrolling through the comments.

I dunno who Penny is but she’s a lucky lady. Ben is HOT!Well that one I agree with.

Ben has definitely outkicked his coverage with her.Hmmm.

My little Buttercup and big bossman… I hear wedding bells. Dibs on best man.Jenson fucking Brady.

I throw the phone on my desk and ignore the number of likes his comment received. I’m going to kill him. But Penelope’ll probably do it first.

Running my hand over my face, I groan. Not that long ago, Jenson was the town pariah. Now he’s on Insta shouting about wedding bells. He’s lucky he’s so indispensable or I’d get Coach to bench his arse. As much as it would humour me, I know I won’t do anything. Jenson has become a good friend of mine. He’s irritating as anything, but he’s like one of those annoying puppies—full of energy and constantly yapping, but you feel bad if you’re mean to it.

During the whole pariah thing, he’d often come to my office for a chat. To let me know where his head was at. And the visits kept coming long after Angie had worked her magic and he was loved by all again. Game nights on a Friday are something I look forward to, not that I’d ever willingly tell him that. And as much as he thinks he’d like me to date his ‘sister’, he wouldn’t.

The women Idateshare my predilections. We sign NDA’s to protect us both. And after our physical relationship is over, we both move on. There’s no time for hearts and chocolates. I don’t give a second thought to any of them once our mutual agreement has reached its end.

I don’t think he’d want that for her. And I certainly don’t want to be taken down by my star QB for breaking his sister's heart because I’m too much of a coward to risk my own.

A knock at my office door has me sitting up straight and trying to declutter my desk before I offer a ‘come in.’ As if my thoughts conjured him, the man himself stalks into my office with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.

“Whassup bossman?” Jenson flops onto the sofa in the corner of my room, behind my desk, so I have to spin on my chair to face him.

“Just scrolling through Insta. Wedding bells, huh?” My brow rises of its own volition and he starts to laugh and slaps his thigh.

“Listen, that pic was HAWT. Tell me I’m lying,” he counters and shoots his own raised brow at me.

Sighing and leaning back in my chair, I cross my leg and rest my ankle on my thigh.

“You’re not lying, but you know Penelope hates me, right? That comment’s just going to make her pissed with you as well as me. And this time I didn’t even do anything.” I run my hand through my hair and blow out a breath.

“Why do you care if she’s pissed with you?”

“I don’t. I’d rather avoid another confrontation in front of Hank, though.” I answer as honestly as I can, but I know it hasn’t done anything to stop his thoughts.

“What’s the deal with you and Buttercup? You’re interested in her, she’s interested in you, why all the pretend hate?” He rests his elbows on his knees and stares at me. He's cocky, seeing as he’s sitting in his boss’s office discussing personal shit instead of at game night.

“No idea what you’re talking about. Does she like you calling her Buttercup?” I hit him with a glare which normally shuts down any further conversation, but I’m not dealing with a ruthless businessman here, I’m dealing with a Brady. Someone who knows how to push his luck and use his charm to get away with most things.

He grins back and narrows his eyes at me. “Nope. She loves the filmThe Princess Bridebut hates that nickname. I like to annoy her.” He smirks and runs his hand over his chin as I frown back. “Just like I think you like to annoy her too. And I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. I think whatever got herriled up at the party is the same thing that’s gotten you riled up now. But I think you’re both too pig headed to admit it.”

He raises his head, chuckles at the ceiling, and then lets his eyes meet mine. “But don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. The Bradys are on the case. So buckle up, Bossman, because you’re in for a wild ride.”

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