Liam’s POVThe second I stepped out of my father’s study, my phone buzzed.Avery: We’re going out. Dress well. 😘No further context. No explanation. Just her usual brand of confident command.And I couldn’t exactly say no.Not after this morning.Not after waking up in his bed, fully clothed, fully guilty—with a shirtless Jackson standing too close while I scrambled for excuses like a panicked teen.I sighed, adjusted my shirt collar, and moved through the marble foyer like a soldier marching to war.I didn't expect the war to be waiting by the car.“You’ve got to be shitting me.”Jackson was leaning against the SUV like a man in a cologne ad—tight black jeans hugging his thighs, a loose white shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the trail of sin leading beneath.And that grin.That insufferable, cocky, I-know-what-your-moans-sound-like grin.“You’re late, lover boy,” he said, pushing off the car like he had every right to be here.Avery stepped out from the other side of the vehicle
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-07-15
