Chapter 219

Chris's POV

I never felt that one day I'd stand in Megan's posh penthouse with the New York skyline painting the backdrop behind us. Worlds of dingy apartments and coffee-stained manuscripts seemed galaxies away from her worlds of glitz and glamour. Yet here I was, her ghostwriter, fake boyfriend—maybe something more if I was being honest with myself.

"Chris, are you even listening?" Megan's voice snapped me back to reality. Her pacing across the room with fists balled in frustration: "What's wrong with that guy?" Quiet I remained other than trying to keep my voice leveled.

"You are always thinking. What I need right now is for you to talk to me," she shot back, her eyes fastening with mine, avoiding hearing the sudden increase in my racing heartbeat.

"All right, all right," I said, surrendering and throwing my arms in the air. "What is it now?"

She sighed deeply and shrugged. "It's just. everything. The media, the constant scrutiny, th