[Christian Castillo]
“Se vuoi dare ai tabloid l’immagine di una famiglia perfetta, allora magari sposane una vera.” Shane bites out as soon as she sees me, throwing a portfolio to me which I don’t catch, causing it to spill open to reveal pictures of Adelaide, Benjamin and I at both Central Park and the Shelter.
I lean back on my seat which is opposite hers, my hands clasp together as I school my face into a poker expression, “What gives you the right to trail me?”
“The same one which gave you the balls to use my son for some cheap public validation with that woman.” she snaps.
I make a show of looking her up and down her body. Her legs are crossed together, one hand rests on her thigh, the other taps the table slowly. “You don’t have balls, though.” I state the obvious. Shane flare
