Alpha Daddy’s Naughty Girl
“We will—we will! You and Eve and I—we could make such good friends. Like, the best. The kind of friends who share clothes, secrets, and maybe… vibes?”
Lilith actually laughed—low, rich, genuine. The sound rolled through the kitchen like warm smoke.
“Vibes,” she repeated, tasting the word. “I like that.”
And just like that, the conversation shifted.
Isabella launched into a story about some underground club in the city where the music was so loud it rattled your bones and the drinks glowed under blacklight. Lilith listened—actually listened—head tilted, lips curved in that half-smile that made you feel seen and devoured at the same time. Then Lilith countered with a tale about a forgotten ci