Facade of Love

Chapter 252 If You Need to Find Someone Else

Idris’s expression froze for a second, then his movie–star handsome face twisted into a look that was half smirk, half eye roll. He met my gaze and asked, “Be with me?”

I bit my lip and stayed silent, although it was pretty clear I thought he was a pain in the neck. Mid–conversation, something seemed to click for him, and he shot a look to the side. It was at the drawer he had just opened. Without thinking, I followed his gaze and saw he was holding a hair clipper. All I had seen before were the condoms inside the drawer, obvious and untouched.

It took me a few seconds too long to get it, and then I blurted out, all flustered, “You want me to…?”

“Give me a haircut,” he said, his deep eyes fixed on me, a laugh dancing in them, though he managed not to let it out. After a beat, he said, “So, Yvette, you thought my shower was all about you?”

His voice dropped on the last couple of words, making them sound extra flirty.

My face felt like it was on fire, and I could not find the words to respond. Maybe he noticed my embarrassed silence because he suddenly leaned in, his dark eyes narrowing, his lips almost brushing against my cheek as he said in a raspy voice, “If you’re into it, I wouldn’t say no to being with you…”

“Idris,” I leaned back, looking at him, my voice steady but tense, “if that’s what you’re after, go find someone else.”

I blurted out the words without a second thought, and by the time I realized what I had said, Idris’s face had turned stormy. He sat up straight, avoiding my gaze, and his eerily calm voice sent à shiver down my spine.

The heavy silence that followed was like a weight on my chest, although he did not say a word.

I knew I had spoken without thinking, and guilt gnawed at me. I glanced at him and stammered, “I… I didn’t mean it like that.” Upon noticing the hair clippers in his hand, I blurted out, “How about I give you a haircut?”

the mood, but I had totally

seem to mind and just handed me the clippers before sitting down in front of the vanity mirror,

in hand, I was freaking out inside. I wanted to back out, but

deep breath, braced myself,

on the line. After all, he was

moved behind him, paused for a second, and then asked, “Do you

bald?”

you

show up

best,” he said, not

2/2

hit my lip, at a loss

had only singed the hair on his forehead without burning the scalp, so a bald

cut might

that plan in mind, I started with the clippers. Initially, I was cautious, but when I got

and checked out our handiwork in the mirror. His hair was gone, but he

really been watching. However, at

quick once–over, arching an eyebrow before delivering