Web of Deceits
Rachel immediately sat upright in the plush armchair of the upscale café, her manicured nails were drumming lightly against the body of her porcelain teacup. The quiet sound of clinking cutlery was everywhere around them and also the low hum of the quiet chatter, but the sound of her voice carried the sly confidence of someone who believed she was untouchable.
“Don’t you understand? Nate,” she asked, her lips curving into her signature smile. “Blake’s not like the regular men out there. He’s the type who needs a woman who understands his… kind of person. And Tessa? She’s always the lucky one, just a charity case that got lucky. She's way over her head, and trust me, he’ll soon get tired of her.”
Nate’s expression looked like he wasn’t engaging in their conversation, ma
