Jenny POV:
My phone rang, shrill in the silence. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat. "I'm at your home now. Come out," Alex said, his voice low and detached. The line went dead.
I stood up, my palms slightly damp, and made my way outside. The sleek Rolls-Royce waited, its engine purring softly. I slid into the luxurious leather seat, the scent of polished wood and leather enveloping me.
"What did you need me for?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Alex's gaze was fixed on some point ahead, his expression unreadable. "I want us to take some pictures. My dad is asking for pictures of us," I lied, trying to sound nonchalant.
He nodded, his eyes still distant. "Okay."
I brought out my phone and moved closer to him, the camera capturing our stiff poses. Alex's face remained impassive, his smile nonexistent.
"You have to smile, Alex," I said, my fingers brushing against his chest.