FAZER LOGINLILA'S POV Wade's fingers find my entrance immediately, two of them, no warning, and he pushes them in deep enough that my toes leave the ground."Fuck!" The word bursts out of me, broken and involuntary.He doesn't ease into anything.He fingers me with a purpose that borders on aggressive, his hand working in a deep, curling rhythm that finds that spot inside almost immediately, and my legs go liquid.My knuckles go white against the nightstand."Already this wet," Wade mutters behind me, and it's not quite a compliment and not quite a taunt, just an observation spoken in that gravelly, fractured voice that means he's barely holding it together. "Every single time.""Don't," I gasp, "don't say that like…"He curls his fingers sharply, and the protest dies.Whatever I was going to say evaporates.Gone.I'm clutching the nightstand so hard I'm surprised I haven't left dents in the wood, my hips rocking back against his hand shamelessly because the alternative is not doing that and I
LILA'S POVMy knees hit the floor before I can think twice about it, and the soft thud of impact feels way too loud in the heavy silence of Wade's bedroom.He's standing right in front of me, close enough that I can feel the heat of his body, and when I look up at him from this position, he looks enormous.Powerful.Like every bad idea I've ever wanted wrapped up in a perfectly tailored suit.My hands reach for his belt buckle on instinct, my fingers already working the clasp."No."The single word stops me cold.Wade's hand wraps around my wrist before I can pull his belt free, and he holds my hand still with firm, steady pressure.I blink up at him, confused. "W-what?""I didn't say touch my belt." His voice is low and calm, his blue eyes holding mine with a focus that makes my pulse spike. "I said get on your knees.""But how am I supposed to…""I'll handle it."He releases my wrist, his fingers moving to his zipper with ease, and he draws it down slowly.Without rushing.Like he h
LILA’S POVThe question hits me like ice water.Oh.That's what this is about.He's worried I told Trent about our arrangement."No," I breathe, shaking my head quickly. "Of course I didn't."Wade's eyes search mine deeply, like he's trying to decide whether to believe me, and the silence between us stretches uncomfortably."Trent can't know about our arrangement," he states finally, his voice firm. "Nothing about why you're here. Nothing about the contract. Nothing. Do you understand?”"I didn't tell him anything," I insist, my voice steady despite the way my pulse is jumping. "He asked how we met, and I gave him a vague answer. I didn't reveal anything personal."Wade lets out a breath, some of the tension leaving his shoulders."Good," he murmurs.There's a pause, and I notice the way he seems tense still, like he's holding something back.My curiosity gets the better of me despite my better judgment."Sorry, but... why are you so worried about Trent knowing?" I venture carefully.
LILA'S POV"There's nothing off about anything," I state firmly, squaring my shoulders even though my heart's hammering against my ribs. “Wade and I are together. That's all you need to know.”I turn away from Trent's knowing smirk and focus on plating the eggs, my hands moving with more force than necessary.I need to get out of this conversation.Now."Breakfast is ready," I announce, grabbing my plate and heading toward the dining room without waiting for a response.I hear Trent's footsteps behind me, his casual stride following, and when I push through the door into the massive dining room, I pause.I've never actually eaten in here before.The table is enormous, easily seating twelve people, with an expensive chandelier hanging overhead. The morning light spills through the tall windows, making the whole space feel both grand and oddly intimate.I pick a spot in the middle and set my plate down, trying to look like I belong here.Like I eat breakfast in rooms like this all the t
LILA'S POVHis presence feels uncomfortably invasive, and I can smell his scent now, clean and woodsy, but it's nothing like Wade's darker, more commanding presence.I inch a step to the side, putting distance between us, and I feel his eyes tracking the movement."I'm impressed," Trent remarks, apparently oblivious to, or more likely, enjoying, my discomfort. "I didn't think anyone in this house knew how to cook besides the maids."I glance at him briefly, keeping my tone light."You underestimated me then.""Maybe I did." His smile widens. "But you can't blame me. You don't exactly look like the kind of woman who spends much time in the kitchen."My cheeks flush, and I'm not sure if that's supposed to be a compliment or an insult.It feels like both."Looks can be deceiving," I murmur, turning my attention to the stove."They certainly can," Trent agrees, and there's something in his voice that makes me think he's not just talking about cooking.The silence that follows is heavy, aw
LILA'S POVI stretch my arms above my head, feeling surprisingly energetic as I sit up in bed.The morning light filters through the curtains, soft and golden, and for once, I don't feel like death warmed over.Maybe it's because I actually slept last night instead of lying awake overthinking every single thing that's happened in the past week.Or maybe my body's just finally adjusted to the chaos that is my life now.Either way, I'll take it.I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my toes touching the soft carpet, and my mind immediately wanders to last night.To Trent.Wade's younger brother.I still can't believe Wade has a brother. Actually, I can't believe Wade has any siblings at all. He's always seemed like such a lone wolf, no pun intended, that the idea of him having family beyond his intimidating Alpha father feels surreal.And Trent is... different.A younger brother who’s so different from him it’s almost hard to believe they share the same DNA.Where Wade is cold and r







