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CHAPTER 25

Author: Anonymous Lee
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-11 20:19:10

CHAPTER 25

MASON

The suits showed up right after lunch.

Two giant rolling racks parked in the hallway, garment bags lined up like soldiers, each one tagged with a name. It looked like a fashion show collided with a locker room.

Avery was the first to unzip his. “Ohhh, baby. Navy blue, double-breasted, peak lapels—this is sex.”

Damien shoved him. “The only sex you’re getting is with yourself, buddy.”

“Still counts,” Avery said, smoothing the fabric like it was alive.

I found my name halfway down the rack. Black suit. Sharp cut. Just enough sheen to make it dangerous. The second I held it up, Malik groaned.

“Oh, he’s gonna look like trouble.”

I smirked. “That’s the point.”

From the corner, Tyler grabbed his own garment bag and disappeared into the room without a word.

Yeah, he was still avoiding me. Which only made me more determined.

Avery peeked into Tyler’s bag before he could stop him. “Charcoal grey. Not bad. You’ll look like a CEO trying to seduce his assistant.”

Tyler shoved him
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