CHAPTER 67

“Come on, Peyton,” he said when she didn’t reply. He turned his head to look at her and let the corner of his mouth quirk up in a satisfied smile. “You were the best PR I could have ever had. That video you did? Pure gold. The best kind of clickbait that could ever exist. I was already stealing readers away from The Playbook but then you came along and my readers couldn’t get enough.” He picked up his drink and sipped.

Peyton felt like she was going to be sick and all she wanted to do was to run far, far away from the man in front of her. But she couldn’t move. She was rooted to the spot, needing to hear the rest of what he had to say.

“Yes, I had someone hidden amongst the paps that were outside your apartment and he even followed you once, when you thought you had escaped by going out the back door. He chased you down the jogging path, but then you disappeared. I was pissed, I can’t deny it.”

That had been the day she had fallen flat on her face in front of Finn. When she had