Camille threw a glass at Logan immediately he came in but he swiftly avoided it. She went to look for something else to throw at him when he held her and dragged her to sit.
“Camille calm down!” he begged.
“Don't tell me that, you lying cheating bastard.”
“Easy with the names.”
“I'm not blind! I can see all the pictures.”
He sighed in frustration, how would he explain all this to Camille?
“Trust me Camille, that's nothing. I don't know who's going around taking all those pictures of us but they're not real.”
Camille yanked her arm free from Logan’s grip, her eyes burning with rage. “Not real?” she scoffed. “So what, Logan? Are the pictures photoshopped? Are you going to tell me they don’t exist? Do you think I'm a fool?”
Logan ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I’m not
