All Yours Daddies (by Mirabella) novel Chapter 7

SARAH

I flip the pages of the printed report on my desk as my new personal assistant, Luke, reads out the rest of my tasks for today.

“…and lastly, there’s the charity gala by 8pm tonight. Red carpet starts at seven.”

I heave a tired sigh as I sink into my seat and take off my glasses. I place it in the case and scratch both eyes with my index fingers.

“You know I totally forgot about that.”

“Then I assume you haven’t informed Mr. Connor yet.” Luke adds, and I frown at him.

Aaron Connor is my husband. Yes. I never took his last name even after we married.

I don’t say anything, but he understands. Apparently, someone in the office had filled him in on everything that happened before he came, and why he was the first male assistant I was hiring in the six years of Wellspring Insurance.

“You are mandated to bring a plus one, madam.” I can see the sympathy in his eyes as he speaks. It makes me sick to my stomach.

“Can’t I just…I don’t know, skip it?”

“You can,” he smiles. “But the board wouldn’t be happy about that. They’ll be very pissed off if they’re not represented properly. Wellspring is a family insurance company, and has family and love at the core of its values. Besides, you’ve attended this event every year for…”

“It’s alright.” I cut in, waving him off with a smile. Luke Warner had told the manager Wellspring had been his dream company since he was fresh out of college. That should explain the passion.

“Send a message to Aaron. Let him know he should be ready by seven.”

“What about you, ma’am?”

I pick up my glasses once more, and turn my seat to face my laptop.

“Get me a dress. Purple, long, classy. Find a makeup artist as well. I’ll be getting ready from work.” I reply without looking at him.

I do not want to spend one more second than I should with Aaron.

By seven pm, I’m fully dressed and seated in my car, waiting for Aaron to come out. I decided it was best we attended the event together. Durmont blogs are sure to have a field day tomorrow if we don’t. And frankly, Wellspring Insurance is still too young for any tabloid drama.

Aaron steps out in a black suit, and a curvy blonde in his right arm. I watch him walk her into the taxi parked in front of our house. He pays her fare and waits till the car drives off, before he turns towards mine.

I swallow hard to keep myself from speaking. With everyday that passes, I find myself wondering what I ever saw in him. I had so many men to pick from, and I chose him?

Fuck my life.

He gets into the car and sits beside me. We do not say a word to each other, and the driver starts the car.

I’m quiet until we arrive at the venue. Aaron is about to step out when I catch his left knee, pulling him back. He glares at me, and I reply with an equally stern look.

“You do not give a shit about me, and that’s fine, but do not embarrass Wellspring. Do you understand me?”

His gaze drops to the hand I have on his knee, and travels up to my face.

He doesn’t say a word. I pull away and turn to the window, plastering a smile on my face.

The cameras are in front of our car now. We just have to get past them in one piece, and everything will be okay. Aaron opens my door for me like the perfect gentleman, and I smile at him. I try my best to look as “in love” as possible. If we’re going to survive tonight, they have to believe we are as in love as we were the day our engagement was announced.

He takes my hand in his and ushers me out of the car. I flinch as Aaron wraps his right arm around me. It’s the kindest he has been to me in months. I place a kiss on his right cheek, and the cameras eat that pose up.

“One more for the camera please, Mrs. Wellspring.”

God. As if the first time wasn’t torturous enough. When the pictures are done, the reporters push to the front lines with microphones in our faces.

“Mrs. Wellspring, what do you have to say about critics who have spoken against you for not taking your husband’s last name?”

“What do you have to say to those who claim Mr. Connor married you for your money?”

“Do you believe the infidelity allegations against your husband, as reported by your former employee, Debbi Rose?”

I blink in shock. Once. Twice. Aaron keeps his gaze away from mine. What the fuck are they talking about? Infidelity allegations? One of his tramps is messing with my business?

Fuck this.

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