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The second the call ended, Daniel's phone buzzed again.He opened the app and tapped the 'accept transfer' button.Priya had sent two grand.That covered the phone.Ashton too—Priya could pass on the message.Daniel stared at his screen.His head was down, fringe dipping over his eyes."What's the hold-up?" I asked. "If you stall any longer, the shop's going to close."He blinked hard and straightened up. "Right. Sorry, I zoned out a bit." He yawned. "I'm ordering now."Once the confirmation came through, I felt the pressure ease in my chest.Ashton would know I was safe.That was enough for tonight.We kept walking toward the hotel.The pavement was dry, but the air smelled faintly of car exhaust and fried onions from the halal cart at the corner.Daniel stopped abruptly. "Wait. That name you said earlier, Ashton. Was that Ashton Laurent?""Yeah.""You know him?"

Mirabelle: [I'm not telling you who to eat dinner with. Just... two photo leaks in a row? Keep your guard up next time.]Ashton: [The guy who took them is already in custody. We'll find out who paid him.]Mirabelle: [Good.]Ashton: [Did you see what I posted on X?]Mirabelle: [Didn't know you had an X account. Give me a moment.]Ashton waited.Then—Mirabelle: [You announced it? Publicly? Without even asking me???]Ashton sat stiff in the back seat, fingers curled tight around his phone.The screen glared back at him, the three sharp question marks lined up like little knives.She was angry.She hadn't said it outright, but he could see it in the spacing, the punctuation.He should've waited.Now he understood what Dominic had tried to hint at earlier.But at the time, it had felt necessary. Urgent.He'd wanted to shut it all down.The speculation. The fake flings. T

My breath caught.I blinked. Once. Twice.I had no idea what to do with that.My chest tightened. My eyes burned.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.His thumb brushed over my lips."You don't have to say anything. Just listen." He kept his gaze locked on mine. "You said you'd go public. Let's do it now. Post it."My throat scratched when I spoke. "You're serious?""Dead serious." He didn't blink. "Before you change your mind."I let out a small breath. "Fine."My head felt stuffed with cotton.I didn't even think before grabbing my phone off the bedside table.I opened X, found Ashton's name and his latest post, hit repost, then hovered over the caption box, biting the inside of my cheek."Should I copy yours? Just 'Married.' Or should I write something like, 'The other ring's on my hand'? I don't know. What the hell am I even supposed to say?"I kept staring at the screen.

He reached across the sheets and nudged my shoulder. "They're discreet. I promise. No smirking, no awkward looks. You won't see it in their eyes."I didn't reply, just pulled the duvet over my head and stayed buried.The mattress dipped again.Ashton slid under the covers and kissed my ear."They dropped it off hours ago. You were asleep... But you're not asleep now."I knew exactly where this was going.I felt his arm stretch across me, heard his fingers skim across the nightstand.Foil crinkled.Last night had been... impulsive.I got caught up in the moment.The way he looked at me, the way he said those three little words—it was all heat and no brakes.But morning light did something to that kind of madness.I could tell it was bright out.I could almost feel the sunshine warming the edges of the room.Whatever courage I'd had last night had vanished.But his body was h

After Mirabelle left, Ashton dropped back onto the pillows, one arm flung over his eyes.The sheets were still warm where she'd been.He rolled over, caught her scent on the pillow, and then looked down.He swore under his breath, glaring at the tent in his pajama trousers.He shifted, adjusted, then swore again.His eyes drifted to the nightstand.There, stacked with smug precision, were the three dozen boxes of condoms.Delivered far too late to be useful.He made a mental note to dock the manager's pay.His phone buzzed on the nightstand.Then again.And again.He reached for it, thumbed the screen to life.Three messages. All from Rowan.First: [So sorry again about the mix-up at dinner. I had no idea someone would photograph us together like that.]Second: [Just saw your post (and Mirabelle's)! Congratulations! Truly. You two look perfect together.]Third: [I really hope that misunderstanding didn't cause any trouble between you and Mirabelle. Please tell her I didn't mean to int