The Perfect Facade

Yep, I guess I wouldn't be cleaning my pores anymore, as I couldn't be in such a tight room with Victor, especially when he's coming from the club.

“Okay, you don't have to leave; I can go.” He said, standing up from the bench as I had already made it to the door. Now this was not a room for conversation, as I opened the door and exited without listening to him.

I headed straight for the bathtub.