You wound me.
Get over yourself and answer the question.
Worth:
Yes… wife.
Smiling, I place my phone face down on the table.
Seraya leans forward first, eyes sharp and amused. “Okay. No. You don’t just smile like that at your phone for five minutes andnotexplain yourself.”
Jovana hums in agreement. “That was not a work smile. That was asomeone-has-you-on-a-leashsmile.”
“I donotsmile like that.”
“Yes, you do,” Demi says immediately.
Eric points at my phone. “So. Who was it?”
I lift my glass and take a slow sip, buying myself time. “No one.”
Tiana scoffs. “Mya.”
I lower the glass. “Fine. It was Worth.”
The table goes quiet.
Then—
“WorthWorth?” Seraya asks.
Jovana blinks. “OurbossWorth?”
Eric lets out a low whistle. “Mr. Blue collar billionaire himself?”
Demi’s eyes widen. “You were texting yourbosslike that?”
I grimace.
“That is not an answer,” Tiana says, leaning back in her chair, grinning. She’s the only one who knows the truth of myrelationship with Worth and she’s clearly loving every second of this.
I exhale slowly, fingers tightening around my glass. “We’re… dating.”
A gasp. More silence. And I can’t tell if they’re shocked, excited or mad.
Jovana breaks the quiet first. “I called it.”
I blink. “Called what?”
She glances at Seraya, who’s already smirking. “Singapore.”
My stomach dips. “What about it?”
Jovana nods. “You disappeared from the dancefloor at the same time Worth Miller went completely MIA.”
Eric’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wait, youbothvanished?”
“No goodbye. No ‘bathroom break.’ Just—poof,” Seraya adds. “I knew something was up!”