Villain Ch 1932. A Man of Discipline
"I just wanted to wear my new lingerie," Bella mumbled. "Then somehow, someone dared me to perform an interpretive dance on the coffee table."
"You did amazing," Allen said sincerely. "For someone who was half-asleep and three glasses deep."
Bella groaned and pulled the pillow back over her face.
And then—
Larissa strolled in last, utterly unbothered. Not a single wrinkle on her cropped navy blazer. Leggings pristine. Hair pulled into a sleek ponytail like she was ready to host a wellness retreat and sell protein powder with her gaze alone.
She took one look at the entire harem, draped and groaning and sprawled across the private jet's luxurious seating like survivors of a reality TV dating game show…
Then calmly sipped from her glass water bottle and said, "I feel like I should start offering gym coupons. Or group therapy."
Allen chuckled. "They'd probably choose the therapy."
