LOGINDate = 15 AugustA little later in the day.Place = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueI touch my crotch with a groan.Abstinence from Aria is a crime against nature. Against art. Against manhood.She said we should not have sex before the wedding. She said it was symbolic. Romantic. Something ab
Alejandro shakes his head. “No.”“They’re probably squeezing in a quickie,” Jackson mutters, leaning back like this is all mildly entertaining.I shoot him a look sharp enough to draw blood. And it reminds me that I am absolutely having a conversation with him later.Alejandro lets out a strained la
“You still thinking about her?” I ask quietly.He doesn’t turn. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says.I let that sit between us. Brothers don’t need lies polished.“You went there to forget,” I say.He finishes, hands steady, movements practiced, and absentminded. He exhales slowly, tucking himself
“And look where that got us.” She points to her tummy, and he gets this stupid, proud smile on his stupid face.“Face it, angel, your man is a stud.”“As if it’s so difficult to make a bloody baby,” I grunt, trying to get past my slight nausea.“So you’re saying it’s as easy as riding a bike …” Dami
Date = 15 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueJust then, Mel wobbles up the last step, winded with a red face, with Damion holding her arm.“Sorry, we’re late,” Damion charms, “Your sister takes a while to walk up the stairs.”“She takes a while to walk, period,” Luke sneers. It ear
“You’re right,” River agrees, “but you don’t need to get married to do it. Damion and Mel are not married.”“The baby was an accident.” Luke walks forward with his usual smug, condescending smirk on his face.River rolls her eyes with theatrical flair, nudging at nothing with the toe of her pink boo
Date = 29 May It’s strange how you can miss one person in a month.Place = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - AriaWARNING – Sex scene!!!After he rolls the condom on with a swift, practiced flick, Enrique steps between my legs and lets the weight of his body settle over mine. His heat drapes across me
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, the bitter taste of vomit still clinging to my tongue, and shove the bin down onto the floor. My throat burns raw.“Yeah. Think it’s nerves.” My voice is hoarse, gravelly.He squints at me through the screen, studying me the way he always does — like he’s sc
Date = 30 AprilPlace = San Francisco (SFPD Bayview Station)POV - EnriqueTime to change the focus.“That’s not why I’m here, is it?” I get to the point.For the first time, his mask slips. Just a fraction. The corner of his mouth twitches upward, the barest hint of a smile.“Can you talk?” he asks
There’s a rule between us — if a guy doesn’t pick up, it usually means he’s busy with something (or someone). Don’t redial unless it’s important. And the guy will get back to you when he’s done.But if it is urgent? You call again. Letting him know it’s important he answers the damn phone.And if he







