Chapter Eleven
By the time Eva walked through the front door of her apartment, some of her shock had worn off, even if she still had no clue about what to do. She closed and locked the door behind her and began stripping off the finery that Ari had bought her, gathering it up carefully as she walked to her bedroom. She stood under the shower for what felt like a long time, washing off the makeup, the hair products, everything that had formed her costume as Ari Christodoulou’s privileged wife, and crawled into bed.
She knew that at the end of the day, there were only two choices: she could stay at home, miserable, blaming herself and hating the circumstance that had led someone to uncover Ari’s scheme; or she could do something about it. But what? What can you actually do?
Eva turned onto her back and stared up at her ceiling, exhausted but unable to fall asleep. Her stomach twisted and churned inside of her, in spite of the fact that there was nothing at all wrong with anything she’d eaten that night. Was it really her fault that her conversation with Ari had been overheard? Eva sighed, scrubbing at her face and wishing that she could go to sleep and forget the whole ugly mess.
It wasn’t exactly her fault that they’d been found; she had no idea when their eavesdropper had begun listening, but clearly he had gotten the message that she and Ari were not truly married. For a little while, as she tossed and turned, Eva thought that Ari was as much to blame for their discovery as she was; after all, he had been just as indiscreet. But Eva couldn’t help feeling as though there was something she could—should—do for him.
Eva twisted around between the sheets, unable to get comfortable. Her body was exhausted, but her brain worked in overdrive, turning over the moment when they’d been discovered. She thought about the dinner; she was certain that the Al Akanish family members had believed that she was Ari’s wife. She had felt the kind of rush that only came with successfully putting one over on a mark—and the family had seemed absolutely charmed by herself and Ari.
At some point, Eva fell asleep. She faded in and out of consciousness, occasionally waking up with something that wasn’t quite a thought, only to slip back into darkness with the idea unresolved. Images flitted through her mind: Ari during their intense sessions, watching her attentively, seeming genuinely interested in what her life had been like, the polite but probing questions from the guests at the table, the look on the representatives’ faces when they’d entered the room after everything had unraveled.
Hours later, Eva woke up for good, the half-formed ideas swirling around her head coalescing into something like a plan as she came out of yet another vivid, anxiety-spurring dream. She crawled out of bed and padded into the living room where her laptop sat. “This is either going to fix everything, or it’s not going to work at all,” Eva said to herself as she waited for her computer to boot up. She considered making coffee, but knew it wouldn’t do her much good; she was already jittery and nervous, even without the caffeine.
Eva opened a browser and started searching. There had to be some way to get to the Al Akanish family before they left. She looked up all of the information she could find on the royals, trying to piece together some method of getting to them.
There was surprisingly little; Eva nearly gave up on trying to figure out where they might be—there were no tabloid details, no news articles about the international shipping magnates coming to the city for any reason. Of course, they’re probably very private. But there were ways to find even the most private businessmen and women, Eva reminded herself.
She finally found what she was looking for: the Al Akanish royals owned a hotel a few blocks away from Grand Central station; surely that was where they would be.
“If I owned a hotel, I’d stay there when I was in town,” she said to herself, rising from her desk and hurrying into her room. She had no idea if the representatives of the shipping company would still be there, or if they would listen to her. She only knew she had to at least attempt to find them, and that if they were there, she would find a way to convince them to listen to her—the same way that she had with Ari.
Eva quickly put on the most professional-looking outfit she had from her previous life, slipping her blazer over a nice blouse and the tailored pants she had invested in to give herself the best possible air of status. She had no idea if there would be any impact on the members of the royal family, but it would make her feel more confident—and Eva was certain that she would need all the confidence that she could get.
As soon as she was dressed, Eva threw her makeup bag and a brush into her purse and hurried downstairs, opening up the Lyft app on her phone and checking to make sure that there was someone close enough to pick her up as quickly as possible. Don’t think about it too much. Jump into it and make it happen. If you think too hard, you’ll psych yourself out.
Her driver arrived, and Eva confirmed that he knew where he was going. She hadn’t even stopped to consider whether she might be able to get to the hotel by subway; the Lyft would at least be cheaper than a cab, though it would be a near thing, and it would be the fastest possible way to get across town. Her heart beat faster and faster in her chest as the traffic ebbed and flowed, making her driver slow down or speed up.
Eva tried to rehearse what she would say to the royals if she could actually get to them—assuming they were in the hotel at all. Assuming that they hadn’t already left. She felt nauseated, uncertain of herself in a way that she hadn’t in years.
By the time she arrived outside of the hotel, shortly before noon, Eva’s whole body was tingling with anxiety, her mouth and throat dry. She darted out of the car and up the stairs, not even certain of how she would go about finding the royals or discovering their whereabouts inside the hotel.
Think, Eva. Think! She looked around as she stepped into the lobby, slowing her forward momentum to avoid drawing attention to herself.
Eva’s searching gaze landed on a group of people standing off to the side in the lobby. She spotted Mahmood Al Akanish arguing with one of the other men in the group and her heart stuttered in her chest, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flooding through her. Her knees felt weak, but she strode forward anyway; this was the best chance she could possibly have hoped for: the entire group seemed to be waiting for their departure, not isolated in rooms.
“Excuse me? Excuse me!” Eva threw back her shoulders and advanced towards Mahmood, keeping her gaze on him even as the security detail moved to intercept her, silent and stoic. “If I could please just have a moment of your time, Mr. Al Akanish,” Eva called out. “Five minutes—that’s all I ask.”
After a tense moment, Mahmood Al Akanish stepped forward, saying something to the guards that had moved between himself and Eva. The guards stepped to the side, and Mahmood peered at Eva closely. “You must be very brave or very stupid,” he said coolly.
“I am probably both, though right now I’m thinking slightly more on the stupid side,” Eva said, smiling nervously. She took a deep breath. “I couldn’t live with myself if you left without me at least attempting to explain the situation that ended so poorly last night.”
“I’m not sure that it needs explanation,” Mahmood said. He glanced at some of the other members of the royal family and shrugged. “But I will hear what you have to say. Our driver is delayed.”
“Thank you,” Eva said. She licked her lips; everything that she had thought to say, every word she had rehearsed on the drive into the city fled from her mind. “I know that you were expecting to see a reformed, serious man,” Eva began. “I know because Ari himself told me. And I understand that lying to you—creating this fake marriage—was deeply insulting.”
Mahmood began to speak, but Eva plowed forward, the words tumbling out of her with little discretion or thought. “I met Ari at an open house,” she explained. “There was a misunderstanding between us—it was partly pride, and partly ignorance on both of our parts, but there was a…difficulty with the realtor involved. I ended up accidentally putting myself in a p
osition to owe a realtor one hundred million dollars.”
One of the women snickered, but when Eva glanced quickly in her direction, she saw sympathy in the woman’s eyes.
“When I contacted Ari for help, he informed me that the businessmen and women…” she nodded to the rest of the Al Akanish delegation, “that he was attempting to make a deal with took family and business very seriously, and he asked me to pretend to be his wife, so as to demonstrate to you that he values your opinion.” Eva paused, uncertain of how to proceed.
“One hundred million dollars?” Mahmood asked.
Eva nodded. “Which he promised to pay, to make sure that the realtor wouldn’t have grounds to sue me,” she said, shaking her head ruefully. “As I’m sure you’ve likely figured out, I do not have a hundred million dollars.”
“How long have you known him?” one of the women asked.
Eva smiled wryly. “A little over a week,” she admitted. “But please believe me when I tell you that in that week, with both of us working as hard as possible, I have come to know the man that Ari Christodoulou really is.”
She blinked a few times, feeling the tears starting to form in her eyes and struggling to keep them at bay. “I know that it was never his intention to insult you; he wanted to honor you, to abide by the idea you held of him, and the expectations you have of someone that you would do business with.”
Eva took another quick breath, glancing at the various members of the board. “I came here to speak to you because I hope that you are all understanding enough to realize that Ari desperately wanted your approval. He has wanted to form a partnership with your company for years. He made an error in judgment in lying to you—but I’m sure that there have been things that you’ve wanted desperately enough to lie, even to such a degree as he did.” Eva caught a glimpse of one of the other men in the group smiling—just for an instant. “Please, reconsider the deal. I know that you won’t regret working with him.”
“Thank you for your honesty, Miss…” Mahmood frowned. Eva—realizing that she had been introduced to him as Mrs. Christodoulou—chuckled ruefully.
“Johansen,” she said. “Eva Johansen.”
“I appreciate you coming to me, explaining what happened.” Mahmood glanced at his family members briefly and then turned his attention back onto Eva. There was the faintest trace of amusement in his eyes, a slight—almost invisible—twitch to the corners of his lips. “I think that there has been a misunderstanding all around,” he said.
“I—has there?” Eva frowned in confusion.
“We didn’t expect for Mr. Christodoulou to be married,” Mahmood said. “We had hoped to find him a mature and stable businessman, but there are many ways to demonstrate that—not just by being a family man. My own brother…” he gestured to one of the other members of the group, “is a bachelor at forty, and he is one of the sharpest businessmen I know.”
Eva smiled. “I remember him having some very pointed questions about Ari’s strategy and tactics,” she said, inclining her head towards the man.
“In any case,” Mahmood said, “none of us expected for Mr. Christodoulou to be married. The reason we left the way we did, and the reason that we rejected the deal, was because we were lied to.”
One of the women stepped forward, then. “We considered it a grave insult,” she said, glancing at Mahmood. “Mostly because—as you’ve said—family is very important to us.” The woman’s green eyes gleamed with amusement. “But you have to admit, Mahmood, that a man who would spend one hundred million dollars, and spend a week getting to know someone so thoroughly, shows dedication.”
Mahmood smiled. “Azita makes an excellent point.” He looked around at the other members of the family. “I believe that knowing what we do now, we can deal with Mr. Christodoulou.”
Eva stared for a moment in shock; she had hoped—she had nearly prayed—that the family would reconsider the situation once they knew the truth. But hearing from the leader of the business himself that the deal would likely go forward was more than she ever would have expected.
“Eva? What are you doing here?”
Eva turned on her heel at the sound of Ari’s voice, and saw the Greek striding towards the Al Akanish group, a startled look on his face.
“This lovely lady was just explaining to us what happened last night—and the week before,” Mahmood said.
Ari didn’t quite stumble, but he came to a stop, his eyes widening.
“Eva?” Ari looked at her and then at Mahmood once again.
“She told us about the agreement you made and the reason that you made it,” Mahmood said.
“We were very impressed to hear about the lengths to which you were willing to go in order to impress us,” Azita added.
“The lengths…” Ari shook his head. “You told them everything?”
Eva felt her cheeks burning. “Not quite everything,” she admitted. “But the relevant parts.” She looked at the members of the royal family. “And the truth in all of those parts.” Azita gave her a knowing look.
“We’re pleased to have our misunderstanding corrected,” Mahmood told Ari. “The deal was a good one before we felt as though we’d been insulted; it remains a good one now that we understand what your intentions were.”
“What brings you to the hotel, Mr. Christodoulou?” Azita tilted her head slightly to the side. “Did you come to explain as well?”
Ari shook his head. “I came to wish you safe travels and a comfortable flight,” he said, shaking off the shock of the news. Eva stood back as Ari conferred with the members of the delegation—Mahmood in particular—and began to work out a schedule for making their deal to move forward.
“We will have to meet again, at a later time,” Mahmood suggested, shaking Ari’s hand. “Our driver appears to have finally arrived, and we have our plane waiting for us.”
“Of course, of course,” Ari said, nodding quickly. “I will be in touch to confirm another meeting—perhaps it would be more convenient if I came to you in a few weeks to sign the contracts?”
“Absolutely,” Mahmood said, nodding. “We will be honored to have you as our guest, and will feed you as well as you did us.”
The group departed then, flanked by their security guards, and Eva and Ari looked on until their limo pulled out into the downtown traffic.
A moment later, Ari sat down in a chair as if his legs were about to give out, and Eva rushed to him, concerned. “Are you okay? Are you mad at me?”
“Mad at you?” Ari looked up at her, shaking his head in disbelief. “I am the furthest thing in the world from being mad at you right now.”
Eva sat down next to him, still shocked. “I thought you might have considered it overstepping my boundaries,” she admitted. “But I just couldn’t let them go without doing something. It’s partly my fault we got found out.”
“I can’t believe you pulled it off,” Ari said, laughing softly as he shook his head again. “I can’t believe it. What did you tell them?”
“The truth,” Eva insisted. “Most of it, anyway.” She smiled wryly. “I told them about how we actually met, and the agreement we made, and why you were so committed to the lie in the first place.”
Ari held her gaze for a long moment, and Eva wondered if he was going to kiss her or yell at her.
“I need to show you something,” Ari said finally. “I assume you’re free for the afternoon?”
Eva stared at him in confusion.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding slowly. “I’m free.”
Chapter Twelve
As the cab wove through the Manhattan traffic, Eva wondered if a person could actually die from curiosity; Ari had said nothing about where they were going, or what he wanted to show her, merely insisting that he would explain when they arrived at their destination. “If you’re not angry with me, or upset at me, why can’t you tell me what you’re about to show me?”
“Because that would ruin it,” Ari said simply. Eva thought she could see a
musement in his eyes, but he glanced out through the window in the next moment. “I have some things I want to discuss with you, as well, but we need to get there first.” He looked at her for just an instant before turning his attention out through the window once more. “We’re almost there.”
“I feel like I might actually die from not knowing,” Eva said. “I got practically no sleep last night, and then the whole thing with the Al Akanish people…” She shook her head.
Ari turned his head and held her gaze for a long moment.
“Okay,” he said finally. “I will tell you one thing about what we’re doing.”
“Please.”
“You didn’t give me much of a chance to reply to you last night, about what you said,” Ari explained.
“Well—it wasn’t just that I didn’t give you a chance,” Eva pointed out. “There was the whole issue of the eavesdropper that interfered.” She frowned. “Why would you need to reply?”
“For a lot of reasons,” Ari said with a slight smile. “I wanted to answer to a few of the things you said.”
“Go ahead, then,” Eva said, feeling a mixture of confusion, doubt, and hope.
“The first thing is that I want to apologize—deeply, truly apologize—for giving you the impression that things were nothing but business between us. At least…on my end.”
“You know how I feel,” Eva protested. “I told you.”
Ari nodded. “I do know how you feel. But you don’t know how I feel, because I didn’t get a chance to explain.”
“I’ll be quiet then,” Eva said wryly.
“I wanted to tell you that I feel the same way,” Ari told her quietly. “If I had thought that you actually wanted to see me—really see me, not just as my pretend wife, but as the woman I love—then I would have told you right away, instead of trying to invent an excuse to keep seeing you.”
Eva stared at Ari in shock.
“You—you have feelings for me?”
Ari grinned. “You cannot be a very good con artist—or all that great at reading people—if you couldn’t tell that I am absolutely and stupidly in love with you,” he said.
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