Leon’s POV – Paris
I'm certain what I said definitely hit her.
Her eyes went huge. She tried to laugh but it came out shaky and fake. “What do you mean, baby?”
I tilted her chin up higher. “Don’t play dumb. Lately, you have been way too interested in the s**t that I do.”
She swallowed really hard. I felt it against my palm. “I’ve always cared about you, Leon. About us,” she said in a low voice.
I just raised an eyebrow. “Always?”
That word sat there between us like a loaded gun. She knew what I meant.
Bella didn’t start out wanting me. She started out wanting what I could give her. Pretty girl in a tight dress at a gala, eyes scanning the room for the richest guy. That had been me. Somewhere along the way s**t got blurry. Real feelings, fake feelings—who the hell knows anymore.
