THE BILLIONAIRE’S BELLA
“Not just talking. You were smiling.”
I paused for half a second.
Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory.
Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?”
“I smile all the time,” I muttered.
“False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.”
Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”
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