Mia stared at the bright red “FINAL NOTICE” stamped across the paper, her stomach twisting into knots. Three days overdue. She’d already stretched her last paycheck thin between tuition, groceries, and her roommate’s half of the utilities. The cam sessions she secretly did were supposed to fix this, but views had been slow this month.She quickly typed out a pleading email to the landlord, begging for just one more week. Thirty minutes later, a sharp knock echoed through her small apartment. Mia smoothed down her oversized college hoodie and tiny sleep shorts before opening the door.It wasn’t Mr. Harlan, the old landlord.It was his son, Jaxon.He leaned against the doorframe like he owned the entire building—which, technically, his family did. At twenty-six, Jaxon was tall, broad-shouldered, and dangerously attractive in a messy, arrogant way. Dark tousled hair, sharp jawline with light stubble, and intricate tattoos peeking from the sleeves of his black t-shirt. His jeans hung low
Ler mais