Chapter 270 - 269: Beyond Good And Evil
Then she chuckled again, that glimmer of heat and playfulness returning. "And let’s be honest, compared to most of the creeps I’ve met in this industry, or those so-called elites, you could pass for a damn saint. Hell, maybe even the Virgin Mary," she teased, tapping his chest lightly, her fingers lingering a beat longer than necessary.
Rex chuckled, shaking his head. "I do admit that... I’m really nothing compared to the perverts crawling all over this industry. The bar’s practically underground," he smirked, resting his arm along the tub’s edge as he looked at her. "But Virgin Mary? That’s pushing it."
He leaned in just a little, eyes narrowing with that teasing glint she was already getting addicted to. "I may not grope every starlet I see or throw casting couches around like business cards, but don’t let that fool you. I’ve got my own demons. I just dress them up better."
His voice lowered, laced with a slow warmth. "Still, hearing you say that... makes me want to live up to it. At least around you."
He reached out, trailing his fingers along the length of her thigh, now slick and glistening from the warm bathwater. "Besides, if you really think I’m a saint," he murmured, drawing closer, "then I’ve clearly been holding back too much."
Monica smirked, her eyes lighting up with amusement as she leaned closer, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper. "Oh? Then maybe you should stop holding back, Saint Rex... I’d love to see what sins you’re hiding."
She traced a finger up his chest again, deliberately slow, her lips brushing against his jaw, leaning in just enough for her breath to tickle his lips. "But fair warning," she purred, "if you’re planning to corrupt me, you’ll have to try really hard. I’m tougher than I look."
Despite the teasing, Rex didn’t respond and looked in her eyes, thinking back to her self confession, he understood that it wasn’t some pillow talk.
That’s why he didn’t interrupt or say anything. He didn’t want to break this moment, or say something too light, too soon. That’s why he stayed silent, not out of hesitation, but reverence. He was memorizing her. Every word, every flicker of vulnerability beneath that confident shell. Because despite everything, the bravado, the teasing, there was something achingly honest shining through now.
So, turning serious, he gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing along her jawline.