Riley was pretty sure the look on her face was one of dumbfounded.
Because no way in hell she could act normal after hearing those words coming out of his mouth.
“You’re screwing with me, aren’t you?” She asked him, suspicious, scanning the room once again for good measure as if expecting someone to burst out and scream “surprise”.
But nothing like that happened. No one appeared out of thin air, and no one screamed at the top of their lungs to give her heart some ease.
Because this—this was clearly not helping.
“Wouldn’t even think of it,” he said, shrugged, and blinked so casually as if whatever he was doing—suggesting—was absolutely normal. And maybe it was normal for a man as rich as him, to throw luxurious apartments right and left and not care in the world. But for someone like R
