Famous Last Words (New York Thunder #1)

Chapter 6ROBBIE

CHAPTER 6

ROBBIE

I ’m forced to hide my smirk as I watch Andy pace the length of his office, spluttering a slew of incomprehensible words, hands flailing in the air. He’s understandably pissed, trying to make sense of what I’ve just told him, and it’s almost funny. I’d laugh if I knew it wouldn’t piss him off even more.

“So, let me get this straight.” He stops pacing, looking at me as he grips the back of his chair. “You asked her to pretend to be your girlfriend , in exchange for purchasing a six-million-dollar apartment off her?”

I nod.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “And there are text messages pertaining to this?”

I nod again.

He gawks at me. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

“That’s exactly what she said!” I laugh, but he doesn’t seem to see the funny side.

“Robbie…” He lowers his voice. “That’s blackmail.”

My brows knit together. “Blackmail? ”

Andy throws his head back. “Yes, Robbie. Congratulations. You’ve officially committed a felony.”

Fuck . Suddenly I’m scrambling, pulling my phone from the pocket of my jeans, more than a little panicked as I scroll through to Fran’s number. I call her on speaker, and thankfully, she picks up after the first ring.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind,” she says instead of the customary hello.

“Hey—” My gaze flits to Andy’s as he watches on with bated breath, “You’re not gonna, like, tell anyone about this, are you?”

“Actually, I was just about to post it on Facebook for all my friends and family to see.” She laughs hollowly. “You think I’m actually proud of this?”

Fuck me, she’s a snarky bitch.

Andy starts frantically gesticulating, and all I can do is stare at him because I have no idea what he’s fucking doing.

“NDA!” he whisper-yells.

“Okay, well, I’m gonna need you to sign an NDA,” I say casually, squeezing my eyes closed in preparation for her rebuttal.

“An NDA? Are you serious?” She doesn’t disappoint, her voice shrill and incredulous. “Who do you think you are? Harry Styles?”

Honestly, I’m kind of offended, but I keep my cool as best as I can, shifting in my chair. “Look, it’s not that I don’t trust you?—”

“Actually, Robbie, that’s entirely the basis of a Non-Disclosure Agreement. You don’t trust that I won’t say something, and you want it in writing so I legally can’t say something.”

“Okay, well, if I’m being honest, then, no. I don’t trust you. Do you blame me?” I scoff. “You literally doped me with laxatives and made me shit myself.”

“Ugh, get over it,” she mutters.

I guffaw, but before I can respond, my phone is ripped out of my hand.

“Hey, Fran, it’s Andy,” he says, turning the phone off speaker. “Yeah, I know. Sorry about him.”

With a muttered curse, I drop my head back, staring up at the ceiling as I listen to one side of the conversation.

“You’re totally right. He’s not in his right mind.”

I snort, but I say nothing, instead just shaking my head as my agent badmouths me to the bane of my existence. Talk about winning at life.

“An NDA is standard practice, but it’s not just to protect Robbie. It’s in your best interest too.” He pauses. “Yes… I know... Uh-huh.”

I look up as Andy sits at his desk, taking a pen and jotting something down on a Post-it.

“Okay… Yep… Uh-huh… Sure… I can do that.” He meets my eyes. “Yes. Of course… I’ll let him know.”

He hands the phone back to me, still writing shit down.

I make sure the call is dead before asking, “What the hell was that about?”

“She said she’ll sign,” he says, still focused on his notes. “She wants a detailed itinerary of the schedule of events she’s expected to attend with you.”

I roll my eyes. A million girls would kill to be in her position, and she’s over here making demands? Straight up audacity.

“She wants it in writing that she will hold your hand and hug you , but you are explicitly not allowed to kiss her.”

I scoff. “Pfft, yeah, right. She fucking wishes.”

Andy looks up at me then, his gaze almost bored. “She also wanted me to inform you that you are—” He pauses to glance down at whatever he’s just finished writing on the Post-it. “A disgusting dick bag and if you so much as even look at her the wrong way, she will cut off your balls with your hockey skates and feed them to the squirrels in Central Park.” He meets my eyes once more, lips pressed together in a firm line.

“Sounds like true love to me,” I grin.

Again, Andy doesn’t appear to see the funny side of all this, heaving a frustrated sigh instead. “I don’t like this, Robbie. This is risky. NDA or not, if you get found out, I…” He trails off, shaking his head. “I won’t be able to protect you this time.”

“Andy, buddy, pal, you really need to stop stressing so much. You’re gonna give yourself a goddamn heart attack.” I offer him a cocky smirk, but all he does is roll his eyes at me, picking up his desk phone and asking his assistant to patch him straight through to legal.