His other woman
I bit back a smirk and let my fingers skim the water, drawing slow, lazy circles before pushing off gently, floating effortlessly.
My royal blue lace bra darkened as it absorbed the water, clinging to my skin, the delicate fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide the curves beneath.
Ace let out a sharp breath, rubbing a hand down his face before muttering into his phone, “I’ll talk to you later, Megan.” His voice was clipped, irritated.
Without waiting for a reply, he hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket, his dark eyes flickering back to me with a mixture of exasperation and something else—something unreadable.