American Boyfriend

ce in her palms. "I have just a

drawing her attention to the woman sitting ac

eyes. "You're really not going to say

ll your family the truth. They won't kill you. They might be pissed, sure, but that's as bad as it'll get," Brielle said, tossing a

oom. The days were slipping away, and she still couldn't

this mess. After successfully dodging family visits fo

so-but Alessia had denied it, using her "busy schedul

e reason she'd left Italy for America, searching for a fresh st

that, so she had said nothing. Mama

u. It's okay to feel sad, angry-whatever

, ignoring the tightening in her chest. But that was where she messed up. Mama had then asked her

ticed by Alessia. When she hesitated, Mama assured her that it was

ing someone. Someone serious. And y

s all a lie. And how she had felt so small and ins

she was

ask Noah to go with you. He fits your description,

person she wanted to involve in this farce was Noah. Fucking Noah. Briell

hands on the table loud enough to turn

. It wouldn't hurt to swallow your pride and ask him. Who k

arted packing up her things. Lunch brea

a challenged, though she ha

ell her it was all a lie. Or better yet, tell h

ously? They'd think it was a joke. Besides, how convenient would it be fo

ummoning her patience. "Jesus, Ali, death know

ight. Maybe she cou

t up a few octaves, dragging Alessi

, his blonde hair catching the light. He scanned the room before his gaze l

y?" Alessia mumbled, leaning in to press a qu

im like this, but she had bigger problems t

to the nearest elevator, hitting the button just as the doors bega

fly meeting hers before mutter

lry with Noah was born when he first walked into the company. She'd watched him greet ever

ence and he had no problem with her -

doing his best to avoid her, not to talk of their frequent di

ately knew she couldn't -she couldn'