Mag-log in“Sit up straight.” Bella grabbed her shoulders, pushing them till Jane was straight.
Jane looked up from chopping her onions when she heard her fathers noise. He was pointing at the screen. Surprisingly, her father was not yelling like he usually did in front of the television. As soon as she got home, her parents were so emotional seeing her they all hugged. No one talked about the tabloids or the papers. For the meantime, she's glad about it.
Tristan stormed to Ivanka's room, his jaw clenched the entire time. He couldn't believe it that she would something so stupid. Ivanka voluntarily talked to the media and made the matters worse. Of course they twisted her words and dragged Jane to the filth, as far as making her to be the home wrecker. The people bought into anything so it wouldn't be surprising if they blindly believed the article. Oh god. What if they were already camping at Jane's place as well? The Prince had some bodyguards watch that place just in case if things started getting out of hand.
Jane barged into the Palace; she had a clear motive in the back of her mind. And that was to meet the Prince and demand some answers. How could he tarnish her name like that? What was his entire team doing? Just thinking about the article made her blood boil. Its been eighteen hours since that single tabloid published the interview, but hundred different publications quoted the same thing.
Jane felt a harsh nudge in her side. Looking up, she noticed her friend glaring down at her. Krista had an arm resting on her hip, brow arched.
/Tristan's POV/When the Prince woke the morning after, the bathroom door was ajar, and the shower's running. He quirked his brow at that. Who was showering in his bathroom? Even though he could just knock and confirm his
"I didn't know" She shakily breathed, staring at the Prince standing in front of her. Jane couldn't trust anyone, huh. Why didn't Daniel tell her anything? They talked about so many things. He could have mentioned that to her.
Jane felt her body give up as she cleaned the corners of the bar. It was tedious and difficult. Her fingers felt numb by the time she was done with the ice machine. Chuck had asked her to make sure the bar was spotless because, of course, the celebrity party. She did n
Part 3Jane was the one to push their faces together. Her soft, warm lips met against his chapped ones. The scruff of his lips brushed against her upper lip, and it drove her mad with desire. She couldn't believe that Tristan was letting her kiss him, trailing h
Jane was not sure how their conversation moved to questions about her relationship. Those alluring eyes were so entrancing that she let him get away with it. Who can blame her? It was not every day that someone like Tristan walks into the bar and starts talking with her. It’s
Jane automatically shifted her attention to the watch on her wrist, trying not to cry. Ten minutes to eleven. She still had two hours on her shift. Her were aching as she poured what feels like his hundredth glass of champagne for the night. Usually, she wouldn’t be complaining, but there w







