- 8.
We kept our relationship quiet for a while. No matter how busy he was, Jason always made time for me, even if it was just for a quick hug. I told him he didn’t have to come see me so often, that I wasn’t going anywhere. He’d always say, “Can’t a guy recharge after a long day at work?” Our relationship was definitely heating up. I was even teasing him now. “You recharge a little too often.” He saw me almost
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every day, or every few days if his schedule was
impossible. Often, he’d just hold me for a few
minutes before rushing off to catch a flight.
“That’s just how I am,” he’d say. “I need to see
you. I’ll short–circuit if I don’t.”
It had been five days since our last meeting.
Jason texted me constantly, telling me how
much he missed me, how restless he felt. If he
couldn’t come to me, I’d go to him. He sent his
assistant, David, to pick me up. David was
thoughtful and had even brought my favorite
cupcakes. “Thank you,” I said, taking the box.
“Don’t mention it,” David replied. “Jason told
me to get them.” The car ride was mostly quiet.
David kept glancing at me, seemingly wanting
to ask something. “What is it?” I finally asked.
“Just curious… why did you leave Jason back
then?” I played coy. “That’s a secret. Ask.
Jason.” But Jason wouldn’t ask. He’d just kiss.
- me.
Jason was waiting for me at the hotel,
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practically tackling me with a hug the second I
walked in. “Lynn! I missed you so much! I was
about to malfunction!” I spent two days with
him. When I left, Jason insisted on fulfilling his
boyfriend duties. “And what are those?” I
asked. “Taking you to the airport.” I hesitated. I
had a bad feeling. My right eye had been
twitching all day. But I underestimated Jason’s
determination. He drove me to the airport. As
we hugged goodbye, fans spotted him.
“Jason!!!” someone shrieked, and heads turned.
The girl pointed at him. “Are you Jason?” I was
about to deny it, but Jason grabbed my hand
and ran.
And just like that, we were trending again.
Jason was already a hot topic, but running
through the airport with a mystery woman? The
gossip sites went wild. We sat like scolded
children in his manager’s office, heads bowed.
“It’s my fault. Don’t blame her,” Jason said. His
manager scoffed. “If apologies worked, what
would we need a PR team for?” “It was my
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fault. I asked him to take me,” I added, feeling
incredibly guilty for constantly causing his
manager problems. It seemed like ever since
we’d gotten back together, Jason’s team had
been working overtime. His manager sighed.
“You own your own production company, Lynn.
Any other agency would have benched you by
now, with a massive breach of contract fine.”
He waved a dismissive hand. “I’m done with
this.” He started to leave, but Jason stopped
me before I could apologize again. “Don’t mind
him. He’s been with me for years. He’s all bark
and no bite.” Sure enough, seconds later, we
heard his manager’s voice from outside. “This
is the last time! And tell me when you two are
getting married so I can… prepare.” He added
through gritted teeth, “Prepare to work
overtime.”
