Baited by Love
"What about you, Marcus?"
"I'm not interested," Marcus answered, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.
Even so, Caleb remained calm. He slowly pulled out his phone and said, "Once it's done, the Dodge Tomahawk is yours. As for your photos… I'll delete them."
Marcus' expression changed instantly. His grip on the pen tightened until veins bulged. "What photos?"
"The ones from elementary school. You know, when you danced in a skirt at the New Year's recital. The kind the whole class passed around," Caleb replied with a gentle smile.
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