Facade of Love

Chapter 312 Illusion

Being too close made me feel awkward, so I took a step back and pulled myself together enough to mumble, ‘thanks‘.

I reached up to swipe at my face once more. He let out a gentle laugh, his gaze sincere and open. “No worries, I’ve got the picture. You should head home. It’s getting late.”

He gave a laid–back wave, signaling the driver, and off they went.

I was totally baffled by his reaction, and for a second, I was convinced I had something smeared on my cheek. I touched my face without thinking and started walking toward the yard. I had not made it very far when something made me freeze in my tracks.

The dim light of a streetlamp cast a soft glow over the yard, where a man’s figure lingered next to a shiny black Bugatti. Squinting a little, I could make out the frustration and confusion that seemed to be playing across his face. Our gazes met, and for a heartbeat, I felt like I had been busted, like I was the star of some gossip–worthy–drama. That weird guilty buzz faded fast, however. After all, Idris and I had signed the papers, so we were nothing more than two strangers now. Swallowing the mess of feelings inside, I squared my shoulders and asked him, a bit unsure, “Did you want to talk about something?”

The guy took what felt like forever to finally say something, his voice all rough and low, “Are you two… together now?”

Us?

Suddenly, it clicked that he was talking about Charlie and me. I could not help but frown, and I almost started to set the record straight, but then I thought, why bother? I switched it up, “Do you need something?”

mouth shut, going back to

did not add anything else, I spun on my heel to leave. Far had I not made it when he snagged my wrist,

and there was this ache in my chest that I could not explain. I took a deep breath, feeling as though I was about to give in to something I was not sure about, and started, “Idris, we… uh…” Then, his lips were on mine. My breath hitched, and I

swallow me whole.

My head was spinning, my thoughts wiped clean, and for

him off with all

my shock exploded into a fiery rage, and my hand flew out, striking his face. I was seething, my thoughts a tornado of

him a glare that could melt steel, my heart hammering in my chest. How dare

anger, he just ran his tongue over the sting and met

a word.

we were, a pair of statues, each marinating in a cocktail of anger and

“Idris, I really don’t want this to go down with us

like forever before he shattered the quiet, his voice

zipped through me, leaving my arms buzzing and my heart throbbing, my voice

could not deny it: my heart had already done a somersault for him. My feelings

chest, inhaled a shaky breath, and managed