Samantha hesitated. It was a dinner arranged by Paul York—was it really okay to just skip it?
"Wouldn't that be kind of rude?" she asked. "Maybe we could just hang out another time where it's just the two of us?"
"It's fine. He's used to it by now—it's not like this is the first time. Besides, I have to be there for your celebration party today. I played a part in your success, too," Elena said.
"Huh?" Samantha was a bit confused, but before she could say anything else, Elena had already pulled out her phone and showed her a QR code.
"Go on. Scan it."
With Elena being that forward, Samantha had no reason to hesitate. She quickly scanned the code and added her.
Elena added her contact instantly and slipped her phone back into her bag, satisfied.
"Send me the address later, okay?"
"Sure."
Just as they were about to part ways, Elena suddenly paused mid-step as her gaze caught on to something interesting across the room.
A sly smile curved her lips. "Well, look who it is. Mr. Pretty Boy."
Pretty boy?
Samantha followed her gaze and saw Simon walking in from the other side. She stared at him in disbelief. "You're doing that kind of part-time job?" She was dying to ask—was Leonardo aware of this?
Simon was speechless. That accusation landed on him like a ton of bricks.
He sighed. "Don't be ridiculous. It was a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding?" Elena arched her brow. "I saw you at the nightclub. If you're not a male escort working there, then what are you?"
"I was a customer!"
"A customer?" She gave him a knowing smile. "Oh. I get it now. So you're gay. That makes sense."
Simon was dumbfounded. That second accusation hit even harder. How the hell was he supposed to explain this?
He sighed again and switched gears. "You've got the wrong idea, Mr. Steal Your Heart."
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