Reilley's POV.
Me and Deavon are laying in the bathtub together. Yeah. My bitchy little ass decided to join him in his bath. I can literally feel his hardness on my ass, but I'm too embarrassed to tell him that. I was the one who soak myself voluntarily in his tub anyway.
"The story you told your sister. It really symbolizes our relationship." I don't have to turn my head to see the handsome smile on his face.
"About the boy and the beast?" I asked in a sweet voice. Deavon strokes my wet hair.
"Yes."
Everyone must be scared of him right now. Being able to evade the law because of his father's power. Even when he so-called-killed a young girl in an accident. I don't even know why they're believing rumors so easily. Isn't it obvious that it's Governor Ardiante's enemies doing?
"I'm happy to know that you killed nobody. I trust you, Deavon."
There's a hint of relief in my voice. He didn't answer. He's still brushing my hair like it's the most cutest thing in the world. I smiled when I hea