Fiancée

The air left me in a rush as I sat on the sofa, staring at the actress I had once seen with nothing aside from lace panties on. She had just called my boss her fiancé—not her boyfriend, but fiancé!

I felt sick. My head was spinning. I clamped my hand over my mouth, fearing that I might throw up. I knew that they had slept together, but I had seen Aiden with more than a few women in tabloid pictures, so I naively assumed that it was nothing more than a one-night stand…

I saw Aiden's jaw clench and his hands fist into balls, knuckles whitening. "Are you insane?" The edges of his tone sharpened with anger. "Why the fuck did you come here?" he hissed.

She stumbled back, her eyes widening. She looked at him in disbelief for a few heartbeats before shifting her eyes to me. "It's you!" She pointed her finger at me. "You were with Aiden in Hamptons, usurping my place!"

I flinched, but then something occurred to me. Even if she had seen me in that video with Aiden, how would she know that I'd