LOGINLeah POV “Okay, this was fun. Thank you, Nona. Let's do this again,” I said, standing up to pick up the plate but Nona was faster and got to it first. “Leave it. I'll take care of it,” she said, taking the plate from me. “No Nona let me” I began but he snatched the plate out of my hands and pushed me towards the sofa. “You've done so much my sweet girl rest ok” I smiled at her “Okay, Nona” before jumping onto the sofa. Looking around the room I couldn't help but smile. Sophie was already half asleep on the couch while Emily was cuddled in Jeremy's arms, pretending not to notice the death glares Nona was giving her. She was old school and wasn't a fan of unmarried couples being intimate which I found funny because from the stories Damien had told me, Rose had been pregnant before they got married. Emily caught me looking at her and smiled. “What?” “Nothing,” I replied, trying not to laugh. Nona immediately pointed toward the stairs. “Emily, it's getting late.” Emily sighed a
Emily POV I kept pacing back and forth in my room. Nona could be a little intense at times, and I hoped Jeremy could handle her. After what felt like an eternity, I finally headed downstairs. I couldn't just sit in my room wondering what Nona was saying to him. I knew how protective she could be, especially when it came to me, and I didn't want her scaring Jeremy away before he even had a chance to get to know everyone properly. I ran down the stairs, taking two at a time but when I reached the living room, I saw Nona, Dad, and Jeremy huddled together around the coffee table, looking at something. “What are you guys looking at?” I called from behind them. Jeremy jumped and quickly turned around. “Oh, Emily. I didn't hear you coming down.” “Yeah, I just wanted to check on you and Nona. I guess I had no reason to worry.” “Worry?” Jeremy repeated, looking at me. “Yes. Nona can be a little intense sometimes and I was worried about what she might have said to you. I didn't want her
Jeremy POV Emily and I were cuddled up on the sofa watching a show on the TV when Nona walked into the living room. “I don't think unmarried couples should be that intimate in front of me, Mr…” she said, looking between the two of us. Immediately, Emily and I pulled apart. “Oh, sorry, Nona,” Emily said, trying not to laugh. Nona looked at her before turning her attention to me. “Emily, you haven't introduced me to this gentleman staying in my house. Don't you think now is the time?” Emily smiled. “You're right. Nona, this is Jeremy. Jeremy, this is my grandmother.” She turned back to Nona. “He's really nice, Nona. We've been seeing each other for a while now, and—” Nona raised her hand. “Let me be the judge of that.” Emily laughed. “Okay, Nona.” Nona pointed toward the stairs. “Why don't you go upstairs and take your time? Jeremy and I have a lot to talk about.” Emily looked between us. “Are you sure?” “Yes. Go.” Emily stood up, leaned down, and kissed my cheek before hea
NONA'S POV I took the ring from Leah and headed into the dining room, leaving her standing there with that confused look on her face. I knew she probably thought I was being cruel, especially after I had just taken her engagement ring without giving her any explanation, but there was a reason for what I had done. Before I could put the dishes on the table, Emily came down the stairs hand in hand with the young man who had come along with them. I still hadn't quite caught his name last night. “Hey, Nona!” Emily called as she ran down the stairs and wrapped her arms around me. “Hey, get away from me before you make me drop the food, and good morning to you too,” I said, laughing as I carefully moved the plates away from her. She released me and grinned. “Good morning.” “Good morning, troublemaker.” She laughed before turning toward the kitchen. Leah and Damien soon came out, with Leah carrying the pancakes while Damien followed behind her, looking at her like she had hung the mo
NONA'S POV I took the ring from Leah and headed into the dining room, leaving her standing there with that confused look on her face. I knew she probably thought I was being cruel, especially after I had just taken her engagement ring without giving her any explanation, but there was a reason for what I had done. Before I could put the dishes on the table, Emily came down the stairs hand in hand with the young man who had come along with them. I still hadn't quite caught his name last night. “Hey, Nona!” Emily called as she ran down the stairs and wrapped her arms around me. “Hey, get away from me before you make me drop the food, and good morning to you too,” I said, laughing as I carefully moved the plates away from her. She released me and grinned. “Good morning.” “Good morning, troublemaker.” She laughed before turning toward the kitchen. Leah and Damien soon came out, with Leah carrying the pancakes while Damien followed behind her, looking at her like she had hung the mo
LEAH'S POV “Damien, didn't I tell you unmarried couples don't share a room in my house? I hope you have desecrated…” “We haven't done anything, Nona,” Damien said with a laugh cutting her off before she could finish. Nona looked between the two of us before giving Damien a suspicious look. “Good. Because I have cameras all over this house.” I immediately scanned the room looking around for cameras “Wait, seriously?” Damien burst out laughing. I turned to him with a frown.“You think that's funny?” “You should see your face.” “I don't like the sound of cameras being everywhere.” Nona smiled as she picked up her bag. “You have nothing to worry about, Leah. I'm glad you're here, but it's late and I'm tired. We can have dinner and talk properly tomorrow.” She started toward the stairs before turning around. “There's one more thing. Damien and Jeremy will share a room while Emily and Leah will share another.” “What Nona? We are eighteen-year-olds,” Damien complained “My house m
I wake up alone.The bed is massive and empty, sheets cool on Damien’s side. Sunlight stabs through the blinds straight into my eyes. My body hurts in ways I didn’t expect — thighs burning from clamping around his head, core tender and swollen from how many times he made me come, nipples sensitive
I don’t know how long we stay on the couch like that—me curled in his lap, naked except for the slip dress bunched around my waist, him fully clothed but holding me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. His hand strokes slow circles on my back, his lips brush my temple every few minute
The penthouse is too quiet at midnight.Emily crashed hours ago—too much rosé, too much sun, too much gossip about some guy she’s been texting. The rooftop lights are off, the pool dark and still. I’m standing outside Damien’s office door in the hallway that feels longer than it did this afternoon,
I’m sweating before I even step off the elevator.Miami in July doesn’t care that I took two buses and walked six blocks in this dress. The heat clings like a second skin, making the thin white cotton stick to my ribs. My tote bag slaps against my hip—towel, dollar-store sunscreen, the dog-eared co







