Kayla
I shook my head, trying to find my resolve. "I'm not sleeping with you, Damien. I told you that from the start."
The car slowed down as we pulled into the private garage.
"I’m not asking you to have s*x with me, Kayla," he said calmly. "But you are sleeping in the here tonight. Think about it. If your face is all over the internet tomorrow—and it will be—people are going to follow you. If the paparazzi see the CEO’s girlfriend going back to a run-down apartment in the middle of the night, they’ll know it’s a lie."
He stepped out of the car and held the door open for me. "My family has people watching. If you want this deal to work, you have to stay. You know what I mean. We can't give them a reason to be suspicious."
I knew he was right, and that annoyed me even more. If his f
