#Chapter 200: After Hours

“What the hell are you talking about?” Nicholas snapped back. “You need to stop walking Piper around,” Julian said, firm. “It makes me look bad. She’s supposed to be my date, remember?” “It’s after hours,” Nicholas said. “There shouldn’t be any cameras.” “’Shouldn’t be,’” Julian said. “You admit it. There could still be some.” “You are being overly paranoid,” Nicholas said. “And you aren’t being paranoid enough,” Julian countered. He looked at me. “If we want this to seem real, we need to keep up appearances even without the cameras. I don’t care what you two get up to behind closed doors…” His gaze dips to my neck, where the love bites Nicholas left are still prominent. “But when we are in public, even if it’s late, you have to respect that I’m Piper’s boyfriend,” Julian said. Boyfriend? We’d never used that term before. We’d only been dating, or I was Julian’s favorite. But neither he nor I, nor any of the producers, had gone so far as to call Julian my boyfriend. He didn’t