Chapter 22: Dirty Dream

Veronica's Pov

I turn off my tab and arrange the pillows, can't believe I wasted two hours drooling over his body. Who even uploads their personal photos on Pinterest, like so many people could see them and I really don't like the idea of others seeing his body so much.

Whatever, it's not like we are in a relationship. I should better get some sleep, tomorrow's my first shoot with the opera so I can't afford to have dark circles.

I turn off my night lamp and doze off to the dirtiest dream of my life,

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"Where am I?" I look around the living room realizing this is not my penthouse. There are no plants, no feather curtains, no plushy toys on the couch nor any refrigerator magnets.

This is the opposite of my place, it is dark, empty, and kinda intimidating.

I walk over to the balcony and open the glass door only to be welcomed by the cold breeze. I squeezed my arms together and walk further to the end, holding the grill and falling in love with the mesmerizing view of New York City.