CHAPTER FIFTEEN -- Vincent's Only True Love
I rushed back to my room, eager to change out of the towel before someone saw me. With how much drama was in the mansion, I can't be too careful. I was always the topic of gossip. The hallway was quiet, but when I reached my door, Renae was already waiting, eyes narrowing the second she saw me.
"Well, well," she sneered. "Enjoying your little bath time with Vincent?" She blocked my entrance.
How Perfect. She was deliberating, waiting here to antagonise me. She must have a lot of free time.
"Jealous?" I smirked, brushing past her.
"You wish." Her eyes flicked down to my soaked clothes.
"You're pathetic. Throwing yourself at him like some desperate tramp." I could almost state the clear jealousy in her voice. She was fuming.
I turned, slowly
