Damage Control

~ENZO~

The articles were everywhere.

Hotel doors. Her face. My hand. Captions that made a night of takeout sound like more.

I groaned and dropped the phone on the lounge like it had personally insulted my driving.

Genevieve was on the next chair in sunglasses, legs in the sun. Legs I'd noticed before and ignored. Brunette hair wet at the ends from an earlier swim. We had the suite for a week. Pool