Seventy

Kian

After a much-needed vacation, Gia and I returned to Forest Hills to pick up the keys to our love nest. It wasn’t spectacular to look at. Sure, we owned plenty of land, but the barn was a dilapidated wreck. We had to see past all the shit and debris and visualize how we wanted it to look. Gia had her own ideas, and they conflicted with mine. She wanted whitewashed walls, floaty, see-through drapes, polished floors, and decorative crap that served no purpose other than to look pretty. She made a fucking mood board and showed every female at the Clubhouse, recruiting an army of minions to peck my head and drive me insane. I spent every morning, noon, and night at the barn alongside my brothers, working hard on putting the damn thing together. We worked tirelessly for weeks. And when we were done, Gia presented me with a small velvet box containing her contraceptive implant.

“It’s out,” she announced as I eyed it with scrutiny, wondering what the fuck it was. “Dr. Rayne thinks my shi