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
Then my heart urges me on. If Mel could heal Damion, maybe I can try with this robot.“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” I hold out a hand to him. He silently obliges, and I lead him to our room.“Shower. Then I’ll bandage you up,” I say. He disappears into the bathroom, and water begins to run. I’m lef
Maybe getting dropped a few blocks away was not the best idea. But I needed some fresh air to clear my head.And I also needed to prolong my reunion with the man who dewomanized me again and again and again last night ― afraid of how he’s going to react.Like nothing happened? Probably. Like it was
“Exactly,” she says, still chuckling. She’s convinced men attend some secret seduction academy, learning how to tilt their heads just so, how to time a smirk, how to weaponize a low laugh. Honestly? Meeting Enrique and his crew, I also believe it.She uses the pen to draw an exaggerated check mark.
Two hormonal, unpredictable women under my roof. Maybe I should just stay at the club. It would be safer. That way, I don’t have to share a bed with Aria. I’m not going to lie, it won’t be easy sleeping with her without fucking her from now on.A crowd attacks the bar, and I’m grateful for the distr







