Love Is Beautiful

Whitmor

my own game? The idea was laughable. I had spent years perfecting the art of deception, slipp

oot, winding its way through my th

glass, still half-filled from the gala. The silence between us w

ice smooth but edged with cur

nst the glass. "And you

his lips. "You haven't said a single sarcastic remark

My father is just being his usual self-c

nt. "Sounds like a ple

mall laugh. "He's convinced t

ch i

rrowing slightly. "You don't

ut amusement flickered in his expressio

l do something dr

eel, considering my words. "Then we'll just h

as temporary-a means to an end. Yet, he spoke

my chest. "And what e

across his face. "S

aldwel

d making a room feel colder than it actually was. What she

the tension in her posture told me m

calate? What doe

plied smoothly. "If your father thinks w

skeptical. "And how do

ways. Letting people talk. If we make it look like we're actual

s tightening around the stem of

e." I leaned slightly closer, letting my voice drop just en

, and I knew I h

a slow sip before responding. "Fine. But

"Of cours

ld have set f

Whitmor

Liam made good

ic outing. Not just any outing, but one in full view of

Instead, I found myself caught off guard when he sent a car to pick me up and take m

r two, I resisted the urge to strangle h

n his glass, his smirk infuriatingl

the table. "This place

ce teasing but laced with purpose. "If we'

tizers. I barely acknowledged the food,

s just because we had dinner in front

avered. "No. But th

re was no backing out

s mouth lifted.

froze

clearly pleased with himself

spise

yourself tha

feared my father's warning would come true. Becau