Chapter 111. Do Not Share

CHARLOTTE

The young ladies were standing near the elevator, dressed in designer gowns. They looked like sisters—or most likely, triplets.

They literally froze the moment Leo stepped into view carrying me, their eyes widening.

One even touched her chest.

“Wow…” one whispered.

“Oh my… he is strong. Like, very strong.”

I had this gift of lip-reading accurately, in most cases.

The other sister added, “He’s carrying her like it’s nothing.”

“Y’all are talking about his face. I’m here thinking I must be dreaming—that’s one fine ass man. Never seen one off the internet. And he’s with her.”

“I feel you. He is so beautiful. Maybe he’s a gigolo, paid to make her feel loved. You know… rent-a-boyfriend typa shit,” the first said.

“Well, if that’s the case, I must find out how much he charges,” the third replied.

I hid my face against Leo’s chest.

I wish I hadn’t paid attention to their lips. I hope I’m just being delusional