Cal's POVMy heart felt lighter than ever as I woke up to find the beautiful woman still tucked beside me.Last night, between the date and the sex, was the best night of my life by far. I never thought another person, let alone a woman, would ever bring this much joy into my life.As much as I tried to deny it, the more time I spent with Lena, the more I fell for her. She surprised me at every turn.Like when she threw her shoes in the back of the car. Growing up in the spotlight meant most of the women I was involved in cared about what they looked like and would never do something like that.Lena was different.I tried to brush a few of the rose petals that we hadn't bothered to clean up off of the blanket by my face.She stirred underneath me and I froze. I wasn't ready for her to wake up. I wasn't sure if she was going to regret what we did again…I didn't. Not this time. This time was different. She wasn't just another booty call, she was going to be m

Lena's POVIt took a minute for me to register what I was looking at. But once I did, I realized just how right Cal was.We did need to talk. We needed to resolve things. It didn’t matter who was right and who was wrong—if we couldn’t do our job correctly, if we couldn’t fix this, then the whole mission, the whole reason we were in this mess, was at stake.I opened the door further and allowed him to enter. I walked to my bed and set the photo beside me, but I didn’t look at it. The picture was too eerie to even think of, so I decided to focus on Cal and the situation at hand."Okay, so talk," I stated. My voice came out harsher than I expected, so I tried to soften it up. "I want to figure this out."Cal shifted nervously for a moment as if debating how to start. He moved further into the room, but not any closer to me, which I appreciated."Cynthia is my media manager," Cal began."What?" I asked in confusion. "Do you think she can help or something?""No, I m

Lena's POVI sat in the chair and closed my eyes, but kept them slightly cracked so that I could still see what was happening around me.It was the next morning and Suzanne had come over early to help me test a few makeup ideas for the wedding. It was coming up soon, and I was starting to feel overwhelmed by how much still needed to be done.And I was feeling more overwhelmed trying to figure out who in my life was spilling my secrets to the press. Which is why I was watching Suzanne like a hawk, even while she was doing my makeup.Cal had made a suggestion a couple days before that she was the possible mole, and I had blown him off as I did with every accusation he threw my way. I didn't want to believe that it was someone in my life that was behind it all…But the more I thought about it, the more I began to question Suzanne as well, not that I would admit that to Cal. I was proud, and he and I were still tense enough without that extra layer to our relationship.Bu

Lena's POV"And everyone wants to know when you guys are starting a family," the interviewer continued. "It's almost like a royal baby, and we can't wait!"My stomach twisted in anxiety.As if the pressure of our upcoming wedding wasn't stressful enough, now I had to deal with even more invasive questions during an interview. Questions that I didn't even know the answers to…Cal and I had apologized and moved past the whole misunderstanding thing, but it was still tense between us. Both of us seemed to be trying to keep ourselves a little more distant. Even though I knew the truth now, I couldn't forget the way that the article of him with Cynthia had originally upset me.It crushed me.So we had gone days without really talking even, besides basic conversation or questions about the wedding. We definitely hadn't talked about when we were going to have kids, or if we even were. It was an arranged marriage—the deal didn’t necessarily include children. But the more I th

Lena's POVI sat in the chair with my eyes closed, trying not to remember all of the hurtful things that Cal had said to me. His words were all that were going around my head, and nothing seemed to get them out.The brush touched my eyes, drawing me away from my mind for at least a moment."How are you feeling?" Emily asked softly as she continued to rub the makeup brush over the soft skin. "Haven't any second thoughts?""No." And I was being honest.This was an arranged marriage from the start. I never expected to have any sort of feelings for the man, if not just a passive acknowledgement of each other. Plus, if I backed out of this relationship, then that might leave Emily susceptible to the arrangement next.Even if Cal hurt my feelings sometimes, it was better than my sister getting hurt. Not to mention that I was beginning to realize that the only reason that Cal's words always hurt my feelings so much was because I did care for him. And as much as that