Chapter 32: Not An Overnight

I had felt a twinge of reluctance, but I still trailed after Kingsley without a fuss. At the Peony Foot Spa, he acted like he owned the place. He grabbed two number cards at the front and led me upstairs. One look at the way he moved, and you knew he was a regular here. And this jerk thought he could chase Maggie? I almost snorted. He wore a suit and tie most days. At the office, he saved the cold shoulder for me and was smooth with everyone else. In the end, he was all veneer, rotten underneath,...