Cynthia stood in front of the massive mirror, her reflection taunting her.
The bathroom was breathtaking, like a palace of marble and gold. It was later than her entire apartment back home.
With a floor-to-ceiling black marble and a massive bathtub big enough for three people, warm golden light reflected off the glossy stone, and a chandelier hung above the tub.
Everything screamed wealth, power, and control.
It was his.
And now she belonged here too.
Behind her, Mike leaned against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed, watching her like a predator.
His voice was dark, commanding. “Take it off”.
Her breath hitched. “W..what?”
Mike pushed off the door, his stride lazy, but his eyes gleamed with something dangerous.“You heard me”.
Cynthia's finger clenched at the fabric. “I though
