Chapter 43

Megan’s POV

"This is an absolute disaster!" Lilly exclaimed dramatically, tossing a glossy magazine onto the coffee table with a flourish.

I peered at the lurid cover photo dubiously - a grainy long-lens shot of Chris and I at the cafe the other day. Our body language certainly appeared rather... intimate for a standard business meeting, I had to admit.

"Serves you right, Megs! First you go blasting that little tease onto Instagram implying all sorts of naughty goings-on. And now they keep tagging this shmuck as your reclusive new boyfriend?"

Rolling my eyes, I reached for the offending tabloid, thumbing through it with detached amusement.

"A 'shmuck,' huh? I wouldn't exactly call Chris that." Despite myself, my gaze lingered a beat too long on one particular photo spread speculating breathlessly about his physique and rumored talents behind closed doors.

Lilly's keen eyes missed nothing as they narrowed shrewdly, lips curling int