Bella’s POV
The suite smelled like pure money. The lights were low, golden glow from the lamps making everything soft. I lay stretched out on the king bed in nothing but my black lace bra and panties, the silk cool and slippery against my bare back, my thighs, and my ass. My legs long on the bed, and my hair fanned wild across the pillow, tickling my shoulders. My phone right beside me on the duvet, screen still glowing soft blue from the message I’d sent Leon hours ago.
The video attached. Short and crystal clear. A video of us. From a month back—skin slick with sweat, moans loud, our bodies tangled. A video of us f*****g.
His replies came quick at first. Angry. Short bursts. Called me crazy and said he wasn’t coming. His words sharp enough to cut.
I smiled to myself anyway, small and
