Chapter 138

Prescott lounged on the couch, one leg lazily crossed over the other. He held a cigar between his fingers, his thin, sensual lips releasing steady puffs of smoke. The haze curled around him, setting off the dangerously handsome sharpness of his face, like something out of an expensive ad. The moment he heard the bathroom door open, his dark eyes shifted. Camila stepped out, clutching the hem of her dress, clearly feeling a bit self-conscious. And just like that, Prescott's eyes lit up-like someone had flipped a switch and dropped a galaxy in them. He'd always known Camila was gorgeous. When he'd picked out that dress, he'd already played out a half-dozen daydreams in his head. But now, seeing her in person? None of them came close. Nothing he imagined had touched this level of stunning. She wasn't just beautiful-she was devastating. That cold, clean grace of hers stirred something raw in him. Part of him wanted to ruin that untouched perfection, mark every corner of her with his presen