Bella’s POV
The room felt too big and too empty all at once.
I could still smell him on the sheets.That sharp, expensive cologne of his mixed with the raw scent of s*x. The pillows were shoved to the floor, and the duvet half kicked off the bed like we’d been fighting instead of f*****g.
I was lying down on my stomach in the middle of it all, my silk robe hanging open because I couldn’t be bothered to tie it. My n*****s tightened against the bed, and I hated how my body still reacted like he was in the room.
He wasn’t.
He’d kissed my forehead like I was some sweet little thing, left an envelope on the nightstand, and walked out. Gone. Back to the airport. Back to her.
I turned my head and glared at that envelope like it had called me a w***e out loud.
Money, always the damn money.
