Jeremy’s POV
“What are you talking about, Jeremy?” My dad said frozen in the doorway of my bedroom, eyebrows shooting up.
“Oh, please. Don’t act like you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about.” I stepped closer, voice low but sharp. “I’m talking about Bella, Dad. Bella. What exactly are you doing with her?”
He blinked, genuine confusion creasing his forehead. “Okay, Jeremy. You’re going to have to be a lot more specific than that. I really don’t have time for this.”
I slammed the door shut behind him, the lock clicking into place with a decisive snap. No way was anyone overhearing this conversation. “I’m talking about the gifts, buying her stuff, taking her to private art exhibition, whatever the hell else you’ve been doing. What’s the game here? You suddenly decide to play Super
