Steam curled in the air like a vengeful spirit, clinging to the walls of the marbled bathroom. The flicker of soft candlelight bounced off the ripples in the water that was filled with red flower petals, turning the tub into a molten pool of gold and crimson.
Veronica leaned back against Dylan's bare chest, a smile that was both content and wicked tugged at the corners of her lips. Her delicately manicured fingers danced lazily over the bubbles that lapped against her collarbone. Before they went further behind her, finding their way into Dylan's wet hair.
They were currently at her house.
"So," Dylan murmured, his voice low and lazy, "your precious billionaire cleared up the little scandal we cooked up for his sweetheart."
Veronica's smile tightened, turning bitter. "He did
