Playboy vs Loveguru
I said, my voice thick with the weight of the lie I was telling.
His grin grew wider, pleased with himself. “Yeah, we’re going out again tonight.”
I felt it then—sharp and visceral. The stab of jealousy. It burned through me, but I swallowed it down, burying it where no one could see. Not even him. I couldn’t let him see. Not again. I had to keep pretending. I had to keep telling myself I was fine when I wasn’t.
“Well, have fun,” I said, smiling as brightly as I could. But my voice, I knew, gave it away. It was tight, strained, and I couldn’t hide the tremor that slipped through.