Upon entering his fiancé’s childhood home, Xavier felt as if he was plunging head first into her privacy. Amira might be spontaneous and open but she was still a mystery to him. He looked around at the beautiful art that was on display on the walls - which by the way were all white - and hated to admit that if it was her old man who had decorated the place, he had good taste.
“I didn’t know you were here for the art,” Djamel said with spite.
Xavier pretended not to have heard the man despite the tightening to his jaw and said, “I beg your pardon? I didn’t quite catch that.”
Djamel glared at him through narrowed eyes, puffed his cheeks out before a “whatever” fell from his lips, and he led the way to the dining room.
This is going to be a long stay, he told himself as he followed Am
