Falling Into Love with You (The Hate-Love Duet #2) - Lauren Rowe Page 0,11
my desire to win Laila over outweighed my ego and pride.” He kisses the top of my hand that’s still clasped in his. “It was the best decision I’ve ever made.”
Awwww, everyone in the room says in unison. And I must admit, I’m swooning along with them. I know, intellectually, this is all fake. A pitch-perfect performance from one of the world’s best performers. But my heart and body can’t resist reacting to this moment as if what Savage is saying is very, very real.
“What’d you think when Savage called and groveled, Laila?” someone yells.
I look at my fake boyfriend adoringly. “I thought ‘Is this a prank?’”
Everyone chuckles.
“But then, Savage shocked me by letting down his guard. He told me some personal things that made me realize I’d misjudged him during the tour. And that’s when he really turned on the charm.” I grin at Savage. “He told me that, ever since we’d been home from tour, he’d been desperately missing my ‘beautiful face,’ and—”
“No,” Savage interrupts. “I said I’d been missing your beautiful smug face. And I didn’t use the word ‘desperately.’”
“Yes, you did.”
“That word isn’t in my vocabulary.”
“Well, it was that day.” I address the crowd, rolling my eyes, and it’s clear they’re eating up this interaction with a spoon. “Savage told me he’d been ‘desperately’ missing my ‘beautiful smug face’—I admit he used the word ‘smug.’ And then, he said he was sorry for being such a ‘jerk’ to me during the tour. He explained he’d had some personal stuff going on during that time that had been difficult for him, and my heart cracked wide open.” I look into Savage’s dark eyes. “After that, this man crawled right into the crack in my heart he created that day, during that first phone call, and he’s never crawled back out.”
Savage is blushing, which I find surprising. Humans can’t fake blushing, can they?
“I feel like I should mention,” Savage says, “Laila apologized to me, too, during that first phone call. Don’t leave me hanging out here, looking like too big a softie, Laila.”
“Yes, it’s true. I apologized to him, too. Profusely. If Savage had been a kid pulling my pigtails on the playground, then I’d been the annoying girl who’d purposely tried to provoke that exact reaction. Lucky for me, Savage accepted my apology, and we both agreed to press the reset button. And we haven’t looked back, ever since.”
A collective swoon rises up in the room and Savage and I look away from each other again. And this time, Savage isn’t the only one blushing.
“Thank you for sharing that beautiful story,” Sunshine says reverently. She looks at the crowd. “I don’t know about you, but I’m all aflutter here. Wow.” She returns to Savage and me. “Tell us about your first date.”
Savage says, “At the end of our first phone call, Laila invited me to her place for pizza. And I was like, ‘Pizza? No, I’ll cook for you!’”
I interject, “So, he came over to my place that night and made me a phenomenal meal, and”—I smirk suggestively at Savage—“we’ve been inseparable ever since.”
The crowd applauds.
“Wonderful!” Sunshine bellows. “And now, are there any questions for Jon and Aloha?”
Nadine at the back of the room shakes her head sharply, telling our host it’s not yet time to shift focus to the other judges. And Sunshine, pro that she is, instantly changes course. “Actually, the floor still belongs to Savage and Laila! Any other questions for our happy couple?”
A reporter yells, “Laila, what did you think when you found out Savage had let the cat out of the bag about your relationship to Sheree Dawson—the influencer who then made that viral video? Were you mad? Sheree’s got a huge following and notoriously loves Savage and Fugitive Summer, so he must have known she’d post something.”
“To be clear,” Savage interjects, before I’ve replied, “I had no idea who she was. But I do admit I was drunk and bursting at the seams to tell the world about Laila and me by then. So, you do the math. I’m not known for making sound decisions on my best day—but particularly not when I’ve been drinking.”
The entire room chuckles. Surely, all of them thinking of Savage’s naked swan dive into that hotel pool.
“What exactly did you say to Sheree, Savage?” the reporter asks.
“I said she reminded me of Laila, which she did,” Savage replies. “And I guess, once I said Laila’s name to her, it was like I’d broken the seal or