Chapter 33

[MADDOX]

“Now, even the newspapers know about it! When are you going to bring her to meet me?”

It was the third time mom mentioned the article going viral in newspapers and other business magazines. A picture of me and a woman in a black dress. They took the picture at my uncle’s anniversary party and, of course, the girl in black was none other than Zara Fisher.

Someone snapped it right before we got into the elevator.

The good thing was that only Zara’s back was visible. The idea of people knowing about her made me apprehensive from the inside and made me sick as fuck.

Not because I was embarrassed to have her by my side. But because I was not. If anything I felt like a fucking vagrant who won a lucky jackpot. The root of my concern was the undeniable truth that there were people who could see her as my vulnerability and try to cause her harm. I might not be sure about my feelings referring to her, but I definitely didn’t want her to be rolled up in the tangle of this wicked busines