Nigelâs chest constricted. His driver continued toward Roslynâs penthouse. No, Sophie Blackwoodâs penthouse.
Why the deception? Because of Miranda? To get back at her for some reason? He didnât know the answers, but he sure as hell deserved them...starting with why she had used him, going so far as to tell him she was falling in love with him.
Going so far as to sleep with him over and over.
Nigel clenched his jaw and willed himself to remain calm. He had to talk to Roslyn...or whatever the hell she wanted to call herself. He had to hear her side, though he couldnât imagine there was a defense strong enough to make him forget what sheâd done or warrant forgiveness.
âNigel,â Ellen said. âAre you still there?â
âIâm here. Iâm on my way to her penthouse right now.â
âIâm sorry,â she said again. âI donât want you hurt.â
Hurt? Yeah, he was, but bloody furious might be closer to his current mood.
âWill you text or call me later?â she asked. âIâm worried about you.â
âIâll be fine,â he lied. âThank you for telling meâyou did the right thing. Go enjoy your honeymoon and weâll talk when you get back.â
Nigel disconnected the call and immediately typed in Dream It, Live It in his phoneâs browser. His heart sank when a smiling brunette popped up onto the screen. She casually leaned against the side of a pale yellow sofa. She wore a pretty floral dress with very little makeup and she was actually barefoot and holding a glass of wine. She had her head tipped just so and a perfect smile for the camera.
This was his Roslyn.
No. This was Sophie Blackwood with millions of followers. She was clearly a major successâand not at all in need of a job. Yet, sheâd come to Green Room Media and infiltrated herself as a consultant, going so far as to sleep with her boss...and for what? Obviously something to do with Miranda, but Nigel didnât know why heâd gotten involved in this family drama.
He clicked through the different thumbnail photos of the videos. She certainly did look different with all that rich dark hair.
Bloody hell. She looked sexier, more natural.
And he still got that tug of arousal when he saw that smile and those curves. No amount of betrayal could turn that off.
âSir, should I wait?â
Nigel realized the car had come to a stop. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and reached for the handle.
âIâm not sure how long Iâll be,â he replied. âJust donât go too far.â
âYes, sir.â
Nigel had no clue what would happen once he confronted Ms. Blackwood. Right now she felt like a total stranger. Heâd told her he wanted to get to know her more on a deeper level, but heâd had no idea he didnât know her at all. He hadnât even known her damn name.
Everything over the past few weeks had been a lie and Nigel wasnât leaving here until he got the answers he deserved.
* * *
The guard had alerted Sophie to a visitor and Sophie granted him permission to come on up. She glanced around the penthouse and onto the balcony where sheâd set up a late-night dinner. She knew Nigel had been working so hard.
She wanted to do something for him to let him know she admired the way he juggled everything. She also wanted to pamper him just a bit.
Vaughn and Kellan had reluctantly agreed to come tomorrow, so this would be the last night Sophie would have with Nigel before he discovered the truth. She just wanted one more magical evening with the man she loved before she potentially lost him forever.
A heavy lump of guilt settled in her throat. Time was running out and she would have to make the most of every moment tonight.
When the elevator chimed and slid open, she glanced across the penthouse as Nigel stepped out. Heâd clearly been raking his hands through his hair. The stress of the show was getting to him. She offered a smile, but it dropped into a worried frown when he didnât return the gesture.
âRough day?â she asked.
âYou could say that.â