Page 32 of What If I See You

I nod anyway.

“Our picture is in the article I showed you. That means by now, every sports fan in the world who reads Sports News Now knows I got married last night.”

“Yeah.”

“Right. So, if I turn around and file for divorce immediately, this could make those in the front office very angry. My career with the Stars could be on the line and I can’t let that happen. I have people who depend on me. Family who depends on me.”

“This is bad,” I whisper to him. “Griffin, I am so sorry.”

His brows furrow as he swipes his thumb across my cheek, as if he’s drying my tears, his movement soft and tender. “You have nothing to apologize for, Layken. I was an equal partner last night. This is just as much my fault as it is yours, so I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I got you into a potential mess with your family.”

Sighing, I drop my gaze to my fingers fiddling with the blanket still wrapped around my naked body. “Trust me, it won’t be anything knew. Especially when they find out I lost my jobandran off and got married.”

“They don’t know about your job yet?”

I shake my head. “Hell no. They’re the kind of people you go to with a solution. Not a problem. I figured I would wait until I absolutely had to tell them.”

Fuck.

Mom was right.

This is going to embarrass the hell out of my father.

Because no matter how hard I try I’m nothing but an embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” My eyes find his again. “We’ll get through this. There has to be a way through this. We can figure it out.”

Griffin cringes slightly, his brows folding in. “What if I have an idea?”

“Let’s hear it,” I tell him with a renewed sense of hope.

“It’s not the best idea, but it could work for the both of us for now.”

“Alright.”

“What if we uh…stay married?”

“What?” I rise up from the bed, my head still throbbing. “Are you crazy?”

He nods. “Yeah probably, but look, neither of us are in the position to simply end what we did without major repercussions. So why can’t we just, you know, fake it for a while. Stay married. Tell people our plan was always to elope. At least that would give us time to figure out what the hell we do next.”

“Fake it.” I repeat his words, willing myself to comprehend what he’s saying.

“Yeah.”

“You’re serious?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Fuck.

He’s right.

I know he’s right.

And I don’t have a better idea.

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