Chapter 653 – The Fake [Part 1]
Vincent Albrecht stood barefoot on the marble balcony of the Penthouse Suite, steam still rising from his damp collarbones. He wore nothing but a white hotel robe, loosely tied, the belt hanging uneven as if he hadn't bothered to knot it properly. His skin smelled faintly of eucalyptus and sandalwood soap, one of the complimentary spa ones he usually didn't touch, but for some reason, he used today. Maybe to feel fresher. Cleaner. Different.
Behind him, the suite was a mess.
Not like chaos. Not like after a party. No broken glass, no spilled wine. Just… lived in. His kind of lived in.
The kind where the bed's silk sheets were half on the floor, twisted around a tangle of pillows and crumpled lingerie. A red lace bra lay on the marble tile like a flag of surrender, one strap hanging limply near a discarded pink thong that wasn't even the same size. Two girls. Neither of them still here.
They left about twenty minutes ago.
Didn't say goodbye.
