Monica lazily rested her head against his chest, her legs tangled with his under the water. Her fingers playfully traced the faint marks she'd left on his shoulder earlier, a smug smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"You know," she said, stretching like a cat, "the moment I decided to step into Hollywood, I already gave up on that cheesy thing people call love."
Rex arched a brow. "Oh? That so?"
"Mhm," she hummed. "I knew from the beginning that it would demand everything. My time, my energy, my focus. . There wasn't any space left for falling in love, romance, soulmates, or fairy tale endings."
She rolled her eyes."My only goal was to reach the top. Fame, power, recognition—that was all I wanted."
Then, with a wicked smirk, she added, "So, you don't have to care too much about having other women or me finding out. Honestly, compared to what I've seen in Hollywood?" She scoffed. "Sleeping with a few women is noob-level drama."
