You should be in the middle of your interview. Am I holding you back?

‘Never,’ Cage thought vehemently.

I feel like having a date with you tonight. Be prepared, honey! After writing that, he finally heard another sound from the two other people in the room. He looked up and gave them a guilty look. I’ll get going. I am getting glares now.

He put his phone on silent before restarting the recorder again. Cage felt the need to smile at Giselle, who looked like she had found a valuable piece of information. Of course, she had. Anyone who looked at his face when he so much as thought about her would know exactly how he felt about her.

“I apologize for that. It was important.”

Giselle answered shrewdly. “Huh. Yeah. I can see that it was.” She looked at him curiously. “I’ve never seen you smile before.”

That made him think that. “I smile all the time,” he defended. He thought back to all the times he had smiled at every person he came across. Even when he was tired to his bones, he smiled.

“Of course, you smile all the time. Politely. But I have never seen you look so ecstatic about something.” Well, only if she knew why he was excited.

“Well. No more distractions. I’ll answer all your questions now.” That was a bold thing to say.

“I like distractions. I want to know them. Who?”

Cage was considering if he should play dumb. He had previously decided that he would let people know of her existence. “She’s not a distraction,” he informed vaguely.

“So, it is a female.” She nodded her head. A smile spread across her lips at the fact that Cage was answering her questions. She had expected him to close up at the mention of his private life once again. Can I assume you have someone special in your life?” She prayed that he would offer more information.

“I do.” Special didn’t cut it. She meant so much more.

“Who is she? Tell me about her.” Cage raised a brow. He mulled over it for a moment and went for the vaguest possible reply.

“She doesn’t work in the industry and that is all you will get out of me.” He shrugged.

Giselle’s eyes narrowed as she prepared for her next attack. “Don’t be a spoil sport.” She gave him a meaningful look. “She is dating you, she will come into the spotlight sooner or later. Might as well reveal her now. You never know when the world finds out and pounces on her.” Giselle shrugged.

“Isn’t that why I am telling everyone that she exists?”

“The press follows you all the time. Apart from some female friends, you haven’t met anyone.” Now this was a good strike. If he said that he met her, they would follow him more cautiously. If he said no, it would disregard Katherine’s existence. Nope.

“I am not going to tell you anything about her,” he shrugged.

“Come on. People will find out eventually…” Cage shook his head.

“Just because people will know eventually doesn’t mean I will give away information when my girlfriend and I are not ready. Until we decide to do it on our own terms, I would ask everyone to respect our need for privacy.” He bowed, hoping that the message went across.

“Will she be travelling with you while you shoot?” Giselle asked, still pressing. Did she think that he would tell her this, so that they could hound Cage at the hotel and airports and try to find out who she was. How stupid. He was getting mildly upset but evasion was also amusing.

“No, she has to work.” He would like to see how she figured that one out.

“So, she works,” Giselle said with a shred of interest. “More clues.”

“Do whatever you want with it. Best of luck,” Cage chuckled. Over seven billion people on the planet, how were they supposed to find out who she was from simply knowing she worked?

“You’re not making it easy for me to understand who she is. You’re doing a good job at hiding her.” She clucked her tongue and asked how she Cage had met his girlfriend.

“I really won’t tell you.” While it was amusing to evade the media, he would quickly get tired of being probed.

“You must be lonely living in that big house of yours. Or are you living with the mystery girl?” Giselle was being clever but the question only made him feel dejected. Unfortunately, they were not living together.

“I’m not,” he informed her. At the back of his mind, he wondered how soon they could move in together. He would go and live at her apartment if that was what she wanted. He didn’t want her to move away from her friends.

“Then when do you spend time together?” Good question. He wondered the same. They barely had any time together because of how busy both of them were.

“Whenever we can.” Cage shrugged.

The questions about Katherine continued until Giselle grew incredibly frustrated. “I really don’t understand why you can’t tell us more.” She scoffed a little, making Cage feel slightly irritated as well.

“We’re stuck in a situation where we want to be together but because of who I am, we can’t be completely forthright. I feel guilty that she wakes up to news about people speculating if I got someone pregnant or if I secretly married someone. She doesn’t deserve that.”

Giselle blinked, picking up on his anger. “You were in a relationship with her for over 3 months?” She was trying to find out the timing for their relationship. Had he been in a relationship when Keira Higgins made a fuss about everything?

“We started talking eight months ago,” he informed her. “You realize how frustrating it would have been, right?” The insinuation was clear. He was giving more information about his relationship than she had expected. She got an inside look into his relationship without knowing who the woman was. She didn’t know what to do with the information. “Our story isn’t some grand romance that the media wants to cover. We are a normal couple that just wants to spend our time together. That is the least we can expect from others, right?”