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
Watch.“Watch what, Enrique? The economy bouncing back with a lap dance? The collapse of Western civilization via pole dance? How long it takes for a dick to get hard?” I sound like a bitch. A jealous overthinking bitch.“Fuck.” He breathes out like he’s just escaped war.So I do what any rational,
What Bulldog girl?I flinch. Because, of course, there are more. Of course, I’ve seen the pictures of them. The headlines. The likes.“I was messing around ‘cause I think my brother likes her.”I blink. His brother likes Amanda?“Logan?” I snap, trying not to lean into him, trying not to inhale the
The tense barman puts a glass of Scotch on the counter. “For you, sir,” he tells my twin, “One on the house. Compliments of your win.” He avoids eye contact.“Oh, he’s not drinking tonight,” Lee snips. “He has to pee in a cup tomorrow.” The barman looks as if he’s going to object, but then he turns
Haley snorts. I smirk.“Yeah, not exactly a high point,” Mel says with a shrug, clearly over the embarrassment. “Meanwhile, Damion gets a photo of me smooching his brother.” I’m thinking Alejandro, because I hope it’s not Luke.My jaw drops. “You kissed … Alejandro?!”“God, no. Ew.” She shudders. “I







