In Prison For Five Years Only Get His Betrayal

avid through a pane o

pressed against the visitor' s partition. "Five ye

I' d clung to those

tchen of his penthouse, his words fr

mplicated,

n, looking refreshed after a good nig

too brightly. "Mo

s-steel fridge, pulling out orange juice. He was so comfort

?" I asked. My

idn' t look at me. "Ashley? Oh. She' s just a ne

her 'baby'

riendly mask was gone, replaced by a flash of anger

wavering. "You were whispering to your 'bus

Things are different now. I have to play nice with these people. Her

way his eyes avoided mine. Every tell, every micro-expression, I had me

lling his daughter 'baby' a

ble, gentle. "She' s a spoiled kid. She has a crush on me. I humor

g his dignity for our shared success. It was a good story. I might have even

anything. I ju

and unconvincing. He saw the disbeli

e said, his voice hardening again. "You d

trail up his arm, over his shoulder, to the side of his neck. His

I?" I

h of panic in his eyes, the way he instinctively wanted to pull

the truth. There was

lete and utter absence of

ed my hand away and let it drop to my side. "You can lie t

tting the si

t hard for the woman who ga

ult hit its mark. It wasn' t just about sex; it was abo

he hissed, his voice

t?" I ask

the kitchen. I felt his eyes on me, burn

dn't