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I am leaning in this time, but he meets me halfway and kisses me on the lips, and I smile through it. AUTHOR'S NOTE Let’s be honest—Drexon being jealous? Adorable. Luneth bulldozing hearts? Powerful. Kellan still haunting them like a ghost in Gucci? Tragic. I poured my whole conflicted, emotionally deprived soul into this chapter, so the very least you can do is tell me your thoughts. Drop a comment. Or I will rewrite Kellan’s character into a misunderstood cinnamon roll. Don’t tempt me. Love, Your emotionally unhinged but passionate author.

I can still taste Leon’s cum. “Thank you, sir,” he whispers against my lips. I let myself get lost in his kiss, a steady arm around his slender back, letting him remind me that he’s mine. Another reason I didn’t want to bring him here. I knew he’d get jealous. He always does. I allow him to steal my attention for a few minutes, claiming his mouth, but then Leon makes a sound so similar to a roar as he slams one more time into Lacy. She shivers as he spills into his condom, and I notice with wide eyes that she’s...she’s squirting.

His face tightened but he said nothing. My face burning, I quickly lowered my head, reading the letters that seemed to mist before my eyes. Was I really going to do this, I asked myself, my breath coming quickly. My hands must have been shaking for Liam O’Grady reached over to an intercom and said in a clipped tone, “Send up a lemonade to my room. Cool and sweet. Now.” I looked at him and again felt the graze of excitement as our eyes met.

Her voice wavered slightly, but her gaze remained steady. She was standing her ground. Ah…I am horny. Again. I tilted my head slightly, watching her with quiet interest. So she had been bothered by Athena’s words. Not by the kiss. Not by my rejection of Athena. But by the fact that someone had belittled her. I found myself fighting the urge to smirk. Liam POV: "She’s mysterious." The words slipped out, breaking the silence that had settled between Leo and me. Across the desk, Leo sat with his feet lazily propped up on the arm of his chair, phone in hand, scrolling through whatever nonsense held his interest.

The tension between them was electric, every interaction loaded with subtext and unspoken desire. I read one chapter. Then another. Then another. Time disappeared. The world outside the bedroom faded. There was only the story, the characters, the way Lana Steele made me forget I was sitting alone in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, pretending to be engaged to a woman who hated me. When I reached the end, I left a comment which was rare for me. "Please upload more chapters soon. This is incredible." Then I noticed the clock. 5:03 AM. I'd read for hours without realizing it.

Trista’s POV “Fabulous,” Lemone said, smacking his knee with his hand. “I’ll add you both to the list for the competition. Best of luck.” He beamed at Liam, but neglected to look my way. “Now, perhaps you could go and fetch us all a latte, Lucian? All this business talk has me craving some caffeine.” Lucian looked severely unimpressed, but he couldn’t refuse his boss. So he sulked out of the apartment, leaving us alone with Liam.

His smile brighten up as soon as his eyes laid on me. “Wow!” he exaggeratedly muttered and looked at me from head to toe. “I’ve never seen an angel here on earth, Madame!” My forehead just wrinkled because of his corniness. “I don't think any angel has devil horns, Leo.” I immediately popped his bubbles. “A glass of Martini for you, lovely lady,” Leo handed me a glass of drink and I then sipped on it. “Have you seen a guy here?” I asked Leo the moment I remembered I will be meeting that disgusting guy named Damon.

Jeff pouted. “If you try to engage me, I will grab your rabbit, kill it and use its skin to clean my shoes.” Liam threatened. Jeff swallowed and followed his nanny to where he was going to sleep. Maybe brining Jeff had been a bad idea. Liam turned around and by the time he had set his head up, Ashley was nowhere in sight. Then Ace came up to the alter with a young girl with red hair. “A mate has been chosen!” “I now pronounce you, Alpha Ace of the feather pack and Luna Maria of the Air pack as mate for life.”

“Like, this morning. Before first period. Apparently it was mutual, no big drama, but still—Leon. He’s single.” I felt my stomach do something complicated—a swoop, then a drop, then a weird twisting knot that I couldn’t name. This was it. This was the opening I’d been waiting for. Months of pining, months of writing fanfiction I’d never show anyone, months of those stupid “lessons” with Aaron— Aaron. “Leon?” Rose squeezed my arm. “You went somewhere.” “Sorry. I—that’s great. That’s really great.” “You don’t sound like it’s great. You sound like someone told you your dog died.”

"You're still too young, Lemon. You shouldn't be thinking about those things." Lemon smiled at me and hugged me. "I missed you," she muttered. Hah, trying to change the subject, huh? I hugged her back. "I missed you too," I replied. ... Lemon and I spent the night watching her favorite drama. I didn't know she was really a fan of romance and fantasy. That's why she knows lots of stuff about love. "That actor is handsome, isn't he?" She pointed at a man on the screen. At first, I didn't see him clearly, but I was surprised when his face was utterly shown on screen.