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BIANCA“I love you, Bianca. But right now, I’m so mad at you.”He kissed me like the words had been holding him back.There was nothing soft in it. Nothing careful. His mouth crushed against mine, tongue pushing in deep, tasting of adrenaline and blood from the split on his lip. I gasped and he took that too, pressing me into the door so hard the wood bit into my shoulder blades.My gown was already halfway up my thighs.His good hand finished the job, shoving the fabric to my waist as he gripped my ass and hauled me up. My legs locked around him on instinct. The second they did, he ground the thick line of his cock against my center through his sweatpants, slow and deliberate, and the friction dragged a broken moan straight out of my throat.“Max—”“You let him get close.” His mouth moved to my jaw, then my neck, open and wet. “You walked into that room and let another man put his eyes on you. His hands near you.”“I didn’t—”He bit down on the side of my throat hard enough to make m

BRIANWas this… a joke?I turned to Theo before Matt or Sabrina had even made it to the table, but he didn’t meet my gaze.He was staring at them too.“What a lovely couple,” Chloe said, voice warm enough to belong to a different room entirely. “Please, have a seat.”Matt sank into the empty chair beside me. Sabrina took the one beside Theo.Up close, Matt looked exactly as he always did… composed, expensive, and quietly pleased with himself. Sabrina kept her eyes lower, hands folded in her lap, the picture of controlled silence. Whatever she was feeling, she had locked it down tight.“I hope you’re hungry,” Chloe continued.That was the moment it fully clicked.This HAD to be a joke.“Thanks for the offer, Mrs. Anderson, but I’d rather not,” Matt said. “It’s probably best for all of us if we get straight to business.”Chloe smiled as if he’d asked for more gravy.“Business can wait until the turkey is served.”Caleb set the platter down in the center of the table with careful hands

THEOI wanted to ignore it.I wanted to lie to myself and pretend I hadn’t spent the entire walk from the car praying to every god I still half-believed in that Tiffany Reese would be in that pharmacy. This was her side of the city. I knew that. I’d known it the second I drove to Chloe's and waited for Brian at the sidewalk.Ever since the restaurant, she and I had become experts at avoidance…two people with so much history and absolutely no language left for it.So yes. I hoped.I prayed.I’d bargained with the kind of quiet desperation a man only used when pride had already failed him.And now, her digital pregnancy test was in my hand.The box felt too light for what it meant. Clean packaging. Soft pink lettering. The sort of ordinary object that could detonate a life. Tiffany didn’t answer when I asked if she was looking for it. She only straightened, snatched it from my fingers, and shoved it deep into her bag as if speed alone could undo the fact that I had seen it.A dozen que

MASON“Hey. Hey hey, what are you doing?!”Kayla damn near dashed through the living room and blocked me off before I could reach the door.I tilted my head, a tuft of hair falling with the movement. “You’re so confusing. One minute you want me to focus on work, and the second I do, you stop me from answering the door?”“Maybe because it’s not your job,” she snapped, somehow keeping it under a whisper. “Besides, even if it was, why on earth would you answer the door dressed like this?”I looked down at myself.Robe. Loose pants. Bare feet on my own floor.“It’s nine at night,” I said. “This is my house.”“Go upstairs and get dressed. I’m not letting you sabotage the only decent deal we’ve gotten in the city.”I took a step closer. “You know, sometimes I think you forget who’s the boss in this dynamic.”Kayla was 5’7. Towering over her was nothing new.It just didn’t mean much when she looked at me like ‘that’.“Tsk.” I turned for the stairs. “I’ll be down in ten. Handle everything til

TIFFANYFor a second, I thought I was imagining her.The room was still turning under Theo’s news, glasses moving, voices rising and falling in uneven waves, and then her voice lit up the space beside me. A voice I hadn't heard outside memory in months.Bianca.Not a version of her patched together from old photos or half-slept nightmares. Her. Standing just a few feet away the doorway in real light, real time, close enough that my body reacted before my mind caught up. The air went thin. My drink suddenly felt ridiculous in my hand.Max was beside her.But I barely held him in focus long enough to register the fact. Bianca’s presence swallowed the rest. The person I’d survived the unspeakable with, then somehow lost track of in the aftermath like the world expected us to continue as separate survivors instead of what we had been.Her eyes found mine.Everything else dimmed.I moved first. Or maybe she did. By the time either of us consciously decided, we were already closing the spa