~ Evie ~
I wake up sticky and pissed, the silk robe half-open, one tit out like it’s trying to escape this whole circus. Marcus is already showered and suited, sitting at the balcony breakfast table like last night’s disaster was just a bad dream. Coffee’s steaming, croissants are perfect, sun’s hitting the infinity pool below like we’re in some luxury ad. I feel like the opposite of luxury. I feel like a girl who got blue-balled by a billionaire and had to finish herself off next to his snoring corpse.
I pad out barefoot, robe barely tied, hair looking like I lost a fight with a pillow. He glances up from his phone, gives me that smooth smile.
“Morning, beautiful. Sleep okay?”
I drop into the chair across from him, legs crossed so the robe gaps high on my thigh. “Like a rock,” I lie.
