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The first thing Liam does when it’s his turn is down his entire cocktail in one go like water. Maddy follows, drinking half of hers, completely ignoring Tristan’s earlier warning. Her jaw is tight, her movements sharper now, reckless. Liam slams a five of spades onto the table. Maddy places a joker on top. Liam laughs, loud and careless, but Tristan doesn’t. His gaze lifts slowly, locking onto Maddy with something cold and assessing. She meets it, chin slightly raised, defiant. The air tightens between them, something unspoken stretching thin. “You’re going down, man,” Liam grins, oblivious. “Can’t wait to cash in that favour.” Tristan doesn’t respond. He simply draws a few card and places one down with controlled precision. I follow, placing a three of hearts on top, feeling Tristan’s arm tighten around me the moment I lean forward. His fingers slide along my waist when I settle back against him, slow, absent-minded—like he needs to remind himself I’m still there. Delilah pla

I move quickly, grabbing the zip ties from the desk I noticed earlier. I don’t question why he has them. That feels like a dangerous road to go down.I step behind him, guiding his hands together against the back of the chair before securing them tightly.He turns his head slightly, brow lifting. “Zip ties? Really?”“I have a feeling you’d get out of rope,” I reply, tightening them with a small tug.He lets out a low laugh. “You’d be right.”I pull them tight and smile, unable not to react to his laugh. I lean down put my lips by his ear. “Stay,” I order in a whisper. I see goosebumps rise on his neck. His body shudders. He exhales sharply. “Well… you tied me up,” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, edged with something unfamiliar. “I’m not going anywhere.”I pause.Is that… uncertainty? Nerves? Is he nervous?A flicker of something shifts inside me—something warm, sharp, almost victorious.“Good boy,” I whisper softly against his ear. “I’ll be right back.”I walk away slowly, lettin

He snorts loudly, like he doesn't believe that for a second. “You can check my phone,” he says, strolling into the room casually, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “I check yours, after all.”I drop his phone onto the nightstand, my fingers lingering over it for a second too long. “That’s an invasion of privacy.”“Sometimes,” he says, pointedly, that familiar edge in his tone that reminds me he’s not joking. “You truly forget who you’re dealing with.”I cross my arms, giving him my best glare. “Well, it seems I have to keep reminding you that it’s not okay to have trackers on me. Or cameras. Or… apparently to check my phone.”He smirks, unbothered, and walks into the bathroom. “And I have to keep reminding you that it’s not going to stop.”He turns on the shower. The hiss of running water follows him. “How often do you check my phone?!” I yell into the bathroom, trying to mask the rising panic with anger.“Enough,” he answers lightly, teasing. The calm in his voice makes my chest tigh

I force my attention back to my laptop.The glow of the screen feels harsher now, the words I’d started earlier suddenly meaningless. My fingers hover above the keyboard, unmoving, while my awareness drifts—inevitably—back to him. Tristan is looking at his screen. But he’s not typing.Not moving. Just… watching. Waiting.With a quiet exhale, I start typing again, trying to ignore it, trying to shake off the strange tension coiling in my chest.But then—His gaze sharpens.Not at me. At his screen. At the exact moment my fingers press the keys.The realization hits like ice water.No. My fingers freeze. No, he wouldn’t—I delete the sentence.Across the room, his expression shifts. Subtle. A faint crease between his brows.Waiting.My heart starts pounding.Slowly, deliberately, I type again. Testing. I settle for a classic: I want your cock. His eyes widen. He looks up. Straight at me.The air leaves my lungs in a sharp, silent gasp, shock crashing through me so fast it almost makes

“Because I’m on babysitting duty!” Nick shouts, shooting me an irritated look like I personally ruined his entire night.“Hey,” I protest, laughing, though there’s a slight edge to it. “You don’t have to babysit me. I just promised I’d stay around you. And I will.”“Yeah, right,” he mutters, rolling his eyes as Sam finally hops down from the bar, still swaying slightly to the music.Nick drags a hand through his hair, clearly already done with this entire situation. “You know Tristan, right? He’s been blowing up my phone.” He lifts it slightly as if to prove his suffering. “Apparently, you don’t answer his fucking messages.”Oops. My phone is still upstairs. Nick raises his red cup with a look of pure resentment. “I’m not even allowed to drink.”That earns him exactly zero sympathy from me.Instead, I grin, stepping closer and slipping my arm around his shoulders, leaning into him like this is all a joke. The alcohol makes everything feel softer, easier—like consequences belong to s