Leon’s POV – Paris
The second the private elevator doors slid open with that little ding that always annoys me, the whole penthouse just smacked me in the face with her scent. Jasmine, yeah, but also that warm skin smell and the stupidly expensive perfume I grabbed for her in Paris last month because the sales girl wouldn’t shut up about it.
That scent was everywhere. I took one deep breath and, f**k, my shoulders actually dropped a little. First time all day.
City lights were spilling in through the massive windows, turning the white marble floor all silver and gold and fancy-looking. Whatever. My eyes didn’t give a s**t about the view right then. They went straight to her.
Bella.
She was curled up on the couch like some lazy cat who knew exactly how hot she was. My white dress shi
