LOGINVICKY’ S POVVicky 💬: Leo???A thin layer of sweat broke across my forehead as I sent the message, which made zero sense considerin’ the AC in here was blastin’ like it had somethin’ to prove.Why am I even askin’? I know it’s him. Who else in this world calls me ice-tongued?Still… my grip tightened slightly around the edge of the sink as my thoughts started racin’ again.How the hell did he even get my number?Okay, no, that part was easy. It’s Leo. If he wants somethin’, he gets it.But David?That’s where my stomach twisted.How did he know about me and David? About us?My head lifted slowly, eyes lockin’ with my reflection like maybe she had answers I didn’t.Was this whole thin set up? Leo,?David and That woman.My chest tightened. No… no, that’s insane.Right?I pushed off the sink and started pacin’ the restroom, my thoughts spiralin’ faster with every step.“Get it together, V,” I muttered under my breath, draggin’ a hand through my now sticky hair.My phone dinged again, fr
VICKY’S POVFor a second, everything just… shrank. Like the whole damn world folded in on itself and left just me and him standin’ there.The restaurant, the people, David, the noise… all of it just disappeared. Gone.Like nothin’ else existed but him.And God help me, every filthy memory we ever had came rushin’ back all at once, hittin’ me so hard it almost knocked the air outta me.Heat curled low in my stomach, spread slow and settlin’ somewhere it had no business bein’.Shameless. Absolutely shameless.My gaze dipped without permission, draggin’ over his chest, the way it moved under his shirt, steady, controlled, like he wasn’t feelin’ this at all.He didn’t say a word. Just stood there starin’ with that same prideful, unreadable look on his face like he already knew exactly what he was doin’ to me.And for a second, I almost gave in to that stupid voice in my head whisperin’, kiss him, V.Yeah. That’s exactly what I needed. More bad decisions.“V, you okay?” Alaric’s voice cut
VICKY’S POVFor a second, my whole damn brain just short-circuited.Like… nah. No way.Of all the places in the world, all the cities, all the hotels… this one? Right here?My chest tightened a little, not even in a heartbreak kinda way, just that sharp, annoyed disbelief sittin’ heavy in my gut.Why the hell is he here?Yeah, I know David’s always been that guy. Always flyin’ around, chasin’ deals, rubbin’ shoulders with wealthy people.Investment consultant. That’s what he calls himself.Real fancy way of sayin’ he never sits still long enough to belong anywhere. The man practically lives in airports.But Athens? Outta everywhere he could be?My fingers curled slightly against the table as I watched him from the corner of my eye, tryin’ real hard not to make it obvious.David’s not the stalkin’ type. Never has been.That man barely had the emotional range to remember birthdays, talk less of stalkin’ an ex-wife.He’s too wrapped up in his own world, too busy chasin’ after high-class
VICKY’ S POVThanks to Cindy’s sudden aero-acro phobia, we’re stuck in Athens.Every damn attempt to reassure her that nothin’s gonna happen has been completely useless, so here we all are, stranded in one of her dad’s five-star hotels.Damian, of course, is glued to her side like a finished man. Boy’s gone, completely gone. Love done took him out.Me? I’m out here cleanin’ puke like it’s my full-time job.Ric and Leo are still around, though. They just seem caught up with business or whatever the hell they got goin’ on, barely around long enough to breathe the same air before disappearin’ again.To be honest, aside from Cindy’s unbearable pukin’ every five minutes, this might actually be the best kind of stranded a girl could ask for.I mean, look at this place.Five-star everything. I’m talkin’ crisp white sheets that smell like money, pillows so soft they swallow you whole, and a mattress that got me questionin’ every life decision that led me to sleepin’ on anything less.Room ser
VICKY’S POVHis lips was hot and demandin’, tongue pushin’ past mine like he already owned every inch.He tasted like salt air and mint, and God, he kissed me in deep, wet strokes that made my knees buckle.My body reacted before my mind could catch up, heat poolin’ low in my stomach as I clutched at his jacket.His hand on my breast kneaded rougher, thumb circlin’ my nipple until it pebbled tight and achin’ under his touch.The other hand dropped to my ass, haulin’ me up onto my toes so his erection pressed hot and thick against my stomach.I moaned loud into his mouth and he growled in response, swallowin’ the sound.He squeezed my ass harder, grindin’ me against him in slow, filthy rolls.“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped against my lips.“So hot… so perfect…”Every praise hit like gasoline on fire but in my head, it wasn’t Alaric’s voice.It was Leo’s low, gravel-rough voice.Leo’s hands bruisin’ my skin.Leo’s cock grindin’ into me. Leo tellin’ me how filthy and perfect I was
VICKY’S POVThe next mornin’ arrived so fast, day three on the cruise, and Cindy was already green around the gills.She was already pale and miserable before breakfast, one hand clutched to her stomach, the other grippin’ Damian’s arm like the deck might tilt and toss her right overboard.She swore up and down it was just the sea rockin’ the boat too hard, but the way she kept boltin’ for the bathroom told a different story.Morning sickness had officially clocked in.Leo and Damian couldn’t stand watchin’ her suffer. One look at her pale face and they were callin’ it: cruise over.Pack up, we’re done.The ship docked in Piraeus faster than anyone expected, and just like that, the dream vacation ended early.Alaric and Damian had already mapped out the next move anyway, straight to the Acropolis.They whispered like co-conspirators the whole way and that was when I figured it out halfway through the drive. Damian was proposin’.You could feel it in the air, and the excitement in his
~Cindy’s POV~I found myself standing in the hallway of the Skyview Hotel, my stomach twisted in knots. Why the hell was I here? I couldn’t even explain it to myself. All I knew was that after that disastrous breakfast with Damian and the Callahans, and then the stupidly thoughtful gesture of
~DAMIAN’S POV~ The door clicked shut behind us as we stepped into a tastefully furnished room. Spacious, stylish, and yeah ….very her. I gave it one lazy sweep, my eyes dragging over the queen-sized bed with its hospital-neat sheets, the nude, minimalist aesthetic — clean lines, soft neutrals,
CINDY’S POV She gasped, smacking the table lightly this time, our lattes wobbling but not spilling. “Girl, you messin’ with me! That annoying-ass kid turned out fine as hell?” “Fine doesn’t cover it.” I shook my head, my grin spreading wider as I pictured Damian’s sharp jawline and lazy smirk. V
~Cindy’s POV~ This was Damian. Damian fuckking Thorne. The same infuriating basttard who’d spent years driving me insane in every way except this one. When he finally hooked the towel around his waist, I wrenched my eyes away as fast as I could. He swam to the pool’s edge and hauled himself out







