Obsession Chapter 4 Part 3
CHAPTER 4 · PART THREE
Obsession
“Whoever said a politician’s wife has to be a shadow?” I said calmly. “I know you have big political dreams, and I’m saying we achieve our goals together.”
“By living a lie?” Her eyes locked onto mine, sharp and probing.
“It’s a mutually beneficial marriage, not a lie.”
I cut into my chicken parmesan and took a bite, the rich, tangy flavor doing little to distract me from her scrutiny.
“So we’re not going to sell it to the press—and every fucking person around us—that we’re in love?”
“Nope. Just a few public appearances. That’s all.”
“And how many years are we supposed to keep up this sham?”
“It’s all in the contract,” I said, gesturing to the folder still resting on the table. “Which I hope you’ll read with an open mind.”
She smiled then—a real smile. One that lit up her face in a way I hadn’t expected.
“I’ll try to do that,” she said, her tone almost playful.
What the hell was happening?
A minute ago, she’d been grilling me like an FBI agent. Now she was smiling at me like I’d handed her the keys to the kingdom.
She was unpredictable. I couldn’t tell if that made her dangerous—or irresistible.
“I hope you do,” I said, returning the smile despite myself.
Lily reached into her purse and slid a sleek business card across the table.
“This is my card. Do call me.”
“I’ll be doing that.”
“Then enjoy the rest of your evening.”
She stood, smoothing her dress, and offered one last smile before walking away. Confidence radiated from her—even in her exit.
And then I saw them.
Paparazzi.
Cameras clicked, capturing everything.
Tomorrow’s headlines were already writing themselves.
And for once, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.