Alyssa's POV
Ring! Ring!
"Niko"
"Good morning. Have you checked your phone today?"
"No, I have not. What's going on?"
"You're not gonna like it"
"What's going on, Niko?!"
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news. Check it and call me back"
She hung up. The moment I saw the notifications blowing up my phone, I knew something was up. There were lots of DMs, taggings and so on. After checking my Instagram, I understood the ruckus. So I called Niko.
"What the hell, Niko? The swimsuit, really?"
"They say it's a subtle cry for help"
"From what? I'm calling the devil to come save me from a demon? Hell no"
"Any publicity is good publicity, right?"
"Yeah, right" I rolled my eyes
"We just have to do a little damage control. When you get back, we'll all have a round table discussion"
"With who? I'm not involving Leo. I can handle this myself. I just have to involve Lola, that's all"
"I already informed her and she'll be there. Also, this is beyond getting you to fix it yourself. Just focus on getting here as soon as you can" and she hung up
'What's going on?' You might wonder. Well, remember the swimwear I wore for my mother-in-law's party? It was a gift, from my ex. I hadn't worn it since the day we took a picture by his pool for the gram.
It was one of the most liked pictures of us together so the swimwear was imprinted in the minds of #BeauLyssa fans.
Wearing it again, after so long, caused a stir online and now they think I'm crying for help.
This is not good.
"What's with the loud voice this early?" A yawning Leo asked
"There's nothing good about the morning" I said, getting up. All the sleep's been drained from my eyes.
"I didn't say good morning" he responded as he rolled over to the side of the bed I just left
I ignored his response and told him to check his phone, which he did.
After a while of scrolling, he realized what was going on
"What's all this? People are going crazy 'cause of swimwear?"
"Niko wants us back home ASAP"
"Great. Just when I thought I had gotten a chance for an holiday"
"This sucks. For both of us, okay? So swallow all of your complaint and book us tickets back home" I said as I patted him on the shoulder
Lola better have something good up her sleeve.
I couldn't stand walking through an entire airport with Leo but doing so alone would be the same as adding salt to the injury.
Niko spoke with my publicist, Lola, and she suggested that we walk together, as publicly as possible.
We did, unfortunately. There were lots of stares and picture taking but it was all part of Lola's elaborate plan.
Eventually, we got home in one piece and everyone of our home staff was waiting to welcome us. Marilyn had freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the table awaiting our return, but before I could take a bite Niko walked in with Lola and Victoria AKA Vicki AKA Miss-hates-my-guts AKA Madamtrynastealmyhusbandnotthatiamcomplaining AKA Leo's publicist.
For as long as I can remember, Vicki has been trying to get on Leo's sex radar for the second time. The first time was a drunken thing.
He seems to have a knack for drunk sex. smh
"Drop the cookies. We've got something serious to deal with" Vicki said with a scowl
She really needs to stop scowling. It makes her face even uglier than it already is
I ignored her and took the whole plate. Niko led the way to the library, where we would have our meeting, and the rest of us followed suit
* * *
"So that's it? It's pretty simple"
"My dear wife, the necessary acting skills to execute this solution of ours is something you most definitely lack"
"I'll have you know I once took acting classes" I said, in my defense
"It's simple, really. All you need is to act as natural as you can. Let the public believe that rumours won't affect your relationship" Lola explained
"Eight public appearances in six weeks, one of which will be a coffee date at GRANDÉ" Vicki chipped in
"You'll subtly match colours. Alyssa, you'll make simple, innocent but noteworthy gestures" Niko added
"HOLDING HANDS! I cannot overemphasize this. You must hold hands" Lola half-screamed
"Jordan, you've done this before so you should know how to behave"
"Like a gentleman. I remember, Vicki taught me well"
A smile formed on Vicki's face and I could not help but feel like slapping that smile off her face
"We still need a date for commencement" I reminded them
"Babygirl, we start as soon as we can" Lola replied
"We'll give you a day of rest, which is today, and we'll start tomorrow" Niko added
"I'll get the invites to shows, hint the paparazzi and you." Vicki pointed her nasty finger at me, "better not mess this up"
"She's perfectly capable of executing it well" Niko assured
"I may not have the years of experience as Leo does, but I am very good at convincing people. Why else would I have a thriving business?" I smiled as I took a bite of the last chocolate chip cookie
"Alright now, we'll leave you two to rest for the day. I'll send you the list of places you'll make your public appearances" Lola said as she packed up her stuff.
They soon left afterwards leaving me with Leo.
I walked out of the library inorder to return the plate when Ryan came to me
"What's up?"
"There's someone here to see you"
"Who?"
"He said his name is Beauregard Johnson"
"What? Beau is here?" Shock was pretty much plastered all over my face
This cannot be happening! Why is he here? I don't remember praying for a devil disguised as a knight in shining armor
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Billionaire Weds Billionaire (An Arranged Marriage)
General FictionAlyssa Hailey Brown, 24, business entrepreneur. She's a billionaire that believes in love and it's ability to make all things come true. But she begins to lose hope as she is forced into a marriage she doesn't want. Will she get her happily ever aft...
