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Elena curled tighter against him, the moral dilemma heavier than ever. The tense alliance had survived another day. But the choice over the new evidence threatened to break them completely.

Scout leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing, while Tiana responded with giggles and playful touches. Then, to my utter horror, she reached for his collar, tugging him closer like she was about to kiss him. A sharp, unexpected rush of anger shot through me. What the hell? I wasn’t jealous. I wasn’t. But something about the way he let her touch him,so freely and casually infuriated me. Had he forgotten that we were married? Even if it was fake, he was embarrassing me, making it seem like I didn’t matter. Fine. Two can play this game.

I really hated when that happened. The spot where my hair had tangled was on fire as I tried to untangle the strands of hair. The more I tried to tie them loose, the more tighter the strands wrapped around each other. I adjusted myself on the bed. Maybe if I tried a different angle, I would be able to get it. Wrong. If anything, it was worse now and even the small act of me touching it hurt like hell. There was no way I could do this alone. I needed some help. Any help at all.

The car was silent and the tension that lingered in the air was unbearable, I could only hear the engine. Artemis tensed against the window and turned her body, trying to put as much space between us as the car would allow. The smell of her perfume lingered In the air—vanilla with a hint of something floral. The disgust she felt for me was clearer than words. I could tell by how her perfectly manicured fingers gripped her clutch and how her shoulders slightly trembled with rage. Artemis was undoubtedly angry and confused, but so was I.

The wind combed her hair back, wild and long now, untouched by styling gel or photographers or any of Velvet’s ruthless perfectionism. This was what freedom felt like, wasn’t it? Unstyled. Unbranded. Uncertain. Her fingers drifted down, just once, pressing lightly over the curve of her lower abdomen. Nothing showed. Not yet. It could still be nothing. A mistake. An echo. Stress. But her body… it wasn’t lying. And neither was the voice in her mind. “You know,” it whispered. She did. Far in the distance, a gull screamed and vanished into the fog.

Just this hollow, frantic stranger. "You're a nutcase! Let me go!" Panic, cold and sharp, slammed into my chest as I felt a sudden, terrifying looseness around my torso. The knot of the white bath towel… my only shield was slipping. It unraveled from the violent friction of our bodies rubbing together as we wrestled. I could feel the cold air of the foyer hitting the bare skin of my waist as the fabric began to sag under his heavy hands. The vulnerability was overwhelming, stripping away not just physical protection but every last shred of dignity.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. His eyes sparkled like an eager puppy wanting a pat. "I work at my family's company, love racing, don't smoke, drink, or gamble. No messy romantic past either. Selena, is there anything else you'd like to know? Even if it's something more private, I'm open." He shifted closer and closer, but a voice suddenly called out. "What are you two doing?" Snapping out of it, I quickly pulled away, only to see Connor standing there with Vanessa Kruger.

" I mean it's still frizzy but the ponytail brings out her huge ass forehead more." I scowled, planning to murder him before his sister does. As my mind swim with ideas on how to kill Kaleb, Katrina being so fucking observant today crouched and picked up something. That something happened to be the scrunchie I had in my hair. "Here, I think you dropped this." She said, giving it to me. Not thinking, I took it and with a glare started to put my hair back into a ponytail, only to soon regret it when Mira's voice screeched. " Is that a hickey on your neck?!"

His hesitantly brings his fingers to my tattoo, his touch ghosting over my skin. I scrutinize the tattooed letters on his fingers. A, M, L, R, O. They don't spell anything but here I am, telling myself that they probably stand for something. He's barely touching me but my entire body is on fire, I want his touch so bad it hurts my chest. I feel like I'm trapped in a small box and I can't breathe or move or think. Our eyes lock and I realize that we're both panting, chests heaving, fucking electrifying.

My grip on his hair tightened and I could feel myself explode. He used his tongue to clean up the mess I made and with heavy breathing, I sat up. “You made a really big mess,” he said with a chuckle. “Sorry,” I said cheekily. “It's okay. I liked it. "He used his sleeves to clean his mouth and fell on the bed. A tangible silence fell in the room as I remained in my position. The air held a delicate tension as the uneasy quiet began to suffocate me. I wore my clothes back and looked back at Aiden.