It was just a simple apology, or at least it was meant to be. Following Grayson to his car after your interview to give him an apology was supposed to be just that. Easy and simple.

The press had other ideas.

Pictures were everywhere. Headlines popped up left and right. "Mystery Girl Finally Tying Down Bachelor and Millionaire Grayson Hawthorne?" "Is a Simple Reporter Really What He Would Go For?"

Your social medias and direct messages exploded with fangirls and Grayson was bombarded my paparazzi constantly.

All anyone could talk about was you.

You had been hiding in your office all day, head hidden in your hands as you try to find the best solution. The office's door flies up, catching you off guard. A very pissed off and cold Grayson stands in the doorway, his manager shadowing behind him holding a clipboard and stern look.

"So?" Grayson questions, tone cold. He fixes the front of his suit, quirking an eyebrow at you. "How are you planning on fixing this little fuck up, hm?"