LOGINCHAPTER NINETY-TWO: THE MAN IN ROOM 614AVA’S POVFor several seconds after Elena spoke, I couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of my heart. Liam stood across from me with his hands at his sides, his face stripped of the easy confidence that usually made it difficult to tell when something bothered him. Nate hadn’t moved either. He was watching Liam with an expression I had never seen before, something between disbelief and anger.“Tell me she’s wrong,” I said.Liam opened his mouth, then closed it again.I laughed once, a short, humorless sound. “That’s not an answer.”“End the call,” Nate said quietly.I turned on him. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do.”“I’m not trying to control you, Ava. Elena shouldn’t be discussing this over the phone if someone is monitoring her.”“Then put her on speaker. Let everyone hear what she knows.”Elena had apparently heard enough to understand what was happening. “Ava, I have the register in front of me. The entry lists your name and Liam’s.
CHAPTER NINETY-ONE: THE NIGHT NATE LOST HERAVA’S POVI had imagined a hundred different reasons Nate might have kept things from me, but none of them prepared me for the sight of him standing in front of me, looking as though he’d been waiting three years for this moment and dreading every second of it.“You said you would explain,” I reminded him.“I know.”“Then explain.”Liam quietly closed the apartment door. He didn’t try to interrupt or tell me to calm down, which I appreciated more than I could express. For once, nobody was asking me to be patient with my own life. Nate had information that belonged to me, and I wanted it now.Nate dragged a hand across his face. “The night of the accident, I received a call from you. You sounded upset, and you asked me to meet you at the Bellmore. When I arrived, you were already there.”“What time?”“A little after eleven.”“Was Adrian with me?”“I didn’t see him.”“Was Victoria?”His jaw tightened. “Not when I arrived.”I folded my arms, tr
CHAPTER NINETY: THE ROOM WE NEVER SPOKE ABOUTAVA’S POVThe problem with discovering pieces of a forgotten past was that every answer seemed to arrive with three more questions attached. By the time Elena sent the hotel records, I had read the same page so many times that the words had started losing their meaning. My name appeared beside the reservation for Room 614, followed by a payment reference and a note confirming that the booking had been made shortly after nine o’clock on the evening of my accident. Someone had used my card, or at least a card registered in my name, but there was nothing in the file to prove that I’d been the person who made the reservation.Nate stood behind my chair, one hand resting on the back while he studied the screen over my shoulder. Liam had taken the other side of the table, scrolling through the accompanying documents and muttering under his breath whenever he found another missing page.“There’s a charge for dinner,” Liam said eventually. “Two pe
CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE: THE THINGS DESIRE REMEMBERSAVA’S POVBy the time morning came, I had made three cups of coffee, forgotten to drink two of them, and nearly thrown my phone out of the window. Whoever was behind the Sweet Rush messages had an irritating habit of appearing just when I began to feel normal again, and after last night’s photograph of the pendant, I was beginning to suspect that normal was something I would have to learn to live without.Liam found me in the kitchen, wearing one of Nate’s shirts and staring into a mug that had gone cold. He paused in the doorway, taking in my appearance with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “You know, most people put on actual clothes before breakfast.”I glanced down at the shirt, which fell well past my hips. “Most people don’t have a wardrobe full of men who keep secrets from them.”“Fair point.” He crossed the kitchen and reached for the coffee pot. “Although, if we’re measuring crimes, borrowing Nate’s clothes is hardly the wo
CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT: THE THINGS WE ALMOST REMEMBERAVA’S POVNate read the message a second time before handing my phone to Liam, and I watched both men carefully, hoping one of them would give something away. Liam’s expression was difficult to read, but Nate looked genuinely disturbed, which should have reassured me. Instead, it made me wonder whether the message had reminded him of something he desperately wanted to keep buried. I was getting tired of studying the faces of people I cared about, searching for clues they should have been willing to give me freely.“Whoever is behind this knows about Adrian,” I said. “They know about the night of the accident, and they seem to know what I was doing before it happened. How much more of my life is sitting in someone’s hands?”“We don’t know that they have the whole story,” Liam replied. “They could be using whatever information they’ve collected to make us believe they know more than they do.”“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”“
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN: A DANGEROUS KIND OF WANTAVA’S POVI should have gone to bed when Liam suggested it. It was late, my head was pounding, and the name Adrian Vale had been circling my thoughts for so long that I could barely remember what peace felt like. Instead, I found myself standing by the bedroom window, watching the city lights shimmer against the glass while the two men I shared my life with argued quietly in the kitchen. They had been doing that for nearly fifteen minutes, and although I couldn’t hear every word, I knew my name had come up more than once.I was beginning to resent how much of my life seemed to happen in rooms I wasn’t invited into.When I finally returned to the living room, Liam was leaning against the kitchen counter with his sleeves pushed up, while Nate sat on the sofa, his head resting against the back cushion. They both looked up when I entered. The silence that followed was almost comical.“Please don’t stop talking on my account,” I said. “I would
Alex stood in the doorway, suitcase still in hand, his eyes locked directly on the obscene sight in front of him, his wife bent over their living room couch, completely naked, while their neighbor Marcus fucked her hard from behind.Marcus’s thick cock was buried deep inside Emma’s dripping pussy,
Emma’s pulse hammered wildly in her ears as the sharp knock echoed through the silent house. Her legs felt weak. She had sent the video barely fifteen minutes ago, the one where she was naked, moaning Marcus’s name like a whore while fucking herself with a thick dildo. What the hell had she been t
Emma stood in the middle of her quiet living room, her heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. Her husband had been gone for two days on another business trip, leaving her alone in their big, empty house. The silence was suffocating. And so was the aching need between her legs.Sh
The silk blindfold was tight around my eyes, plunging me into complete darkness.My heart hammered violently in my chest as two strong hands guided me forward into the private room. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, leather, and raw masculine hunger. I could hear low breathing,







