Harrison POVDinner wasn’t nearly as awkward as I had imagined it to be, and I found myself actually enjoying myself the more time I spent there. I hated to admit it, but Rebecca and Rhett were really cute, and I absolutely adore Rebecca and her spunk. She seems like a great match for him, and her energy is so amazing that I even told her that she would be welcome to join the Hype Boys. She was elated, and I left there with a big smile on my face.I still feel jealous that she gets to call Rhett hers and I don't, but if I was going to give up Rhett to anyone, I would want it to be Rebecca Hoshiko. I wonder if she’s going to take his last name and become Rebecca Langely? It has a nice ring to it now that I think about it. Or maybe hyphenate it to Hoshiko-Langley? Langely-Hoshiko? Meh. That’s a bit much.I surprised myself by thinking these things while cleaning up the bar the next morning. We are closed Sundays, so I had the entire place to myself and nothing to do. I ended up getting

Rhett POVI woke up from my nap feeling warm and well-rested. I blinked a couple of times before my eyes focused, and I saw Harrison's room around me.I can’t believe I asked him to spoon with me! I know I caught him off guard — the guy choked on his beer! — but more than anything at that moment, I wanted to touch him. Not just a simple touch, though; I wasn’t going to simply place my hand on my best friend/former lover’s thigh and call it good - that would just be awkward.‘Because what’s LESS awkward is asking him to fucking spoon with you!’ my conscience mocked.I remember falling asleep easily when I curled up with him, but I’m facing the other way now, and I feel a weight on my torso and warmth on my back. I looked down and saw Harrison's forearm visible around me. The veins in his arms were pronounced, and the blonde hairs were practically glowing with the streaks of light seeping through the gaps of the wood in the apartment. I smiled initially, and then I felt my cock twitch a

Rhett POVI was busting my ass all day trying to uncover where this massive chunk of money could have disappeared to. So far, I discovered that half of the money had disappeared from an account that I had no control over, so that was a load off, but other than that, I still had five million dollars missing from somewhere.“Anything?” Milo appeared in my doorway suddenly, making me jump as I had been so focused and hunched over toward the computer screen.“No. You?”“I don’t even know where to start, Rhett,” he admitted.“What?” I turned my head to look at him, my eyebrows drew together. “What the hell have you been doing all day then?!”“Well, I stepped out for a smoke and then I was on the computer-”“Milo, I swear to God if you tell me that you’ve been on ANY social media platform while I’m digging for millions I’m going to kill you.”“Of course not! I was-”“I want you to check who had access to each account so that once I find the accounts it came from we will have a list of suspe

Rebecca POVI bake when I’m stressed. I laugh when I’m nervous. My mind is a chaotic mess if I feel like I don’t have complete and utter control over anything, especially these past two years. That’s why I love interior design so much; I can organize rooms to have a perfect flow that is calming and promotes good energy, surrounding people with colors and details that will make them feel good and powerful.Rhett had been so nervous about me meeting his best friend and had held off on asking Harrison to be his best man until a month before the wedding, it made me curious of what went down between those two that would make the conversation so difficult to have. I told him to pick someone else if he wasn’t comfortable with Harrison, but he insisted it be him, and I agreed.He always acted strange when I brought him up, it was like he was shocked to be hearing his best friend’s name come out of my mouth, possibly scared, even. It was so strange, and I hoped meeting Harrison would answer al

Harrison POVHolly invited me to lunch a week later. We met at a fancy restaurant that had thick cloth table covers and napkins that were bound by metal rings at the center of the plates.I walked up to the maître d’ and told him, “Hi, I’m meeting my sister here. Holly Monroe.”He looked at his little book on the stand and his eyebrows drew together. “I fear I don’t have anyone by that name.”Right, I almost forgot she never uses her real name when making reservations. Due to some crazy-ass ex-boyfriend of hers, she started using aliases to hide from them should they stalk her at any point.“What about Holly Golightly? Or Marilyn Monroe? Those are her go-to,” I said with a chuckle.The man looked again and smiled as he tapped the book, “There she is. Follow me, please.”He escorted me to the table she was seated at, and she smiled and stood upon seeing me. She stretched out her arms, saying, “Twinny!”I smiled and hugged her back before we took our seats.“Still using the aliases?”“I