Chapter XXVIII
Conspiracies
“I like what you did with the pictures out there,” he told her with what seemed to be an indelible smirk on his face. This guy, he always had that kind of smile. He was smug—overconfident. People thought they knew him but he wasn’t really someone who could be easily read or understood. There were layers beneath that face—deep, deep, deep.
“That’s what I want to tell you.” The girl he was talking to suddenly shifted her position on the couch, facing him. Her forehead was knotted, brows almost knitted in a line.
He scooted to get near her and planted a small kiss on her lips. She smiled at him and her eyes twinkled, but only for a short while. Her expression went back to being problematic.
“These are not the pictur
