Forbidden Collection
“Let go of me, you disgusting hypocrite.”
His face went pale, realizing his state. He released my wrist like it burned him, one hand dropping to cover himself awkwardly. “Ava—”
The door to 412 opened wider behind him. Taylor stepped out, wearing only low-slung sweatpants now, lean torso on full display. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking faintly. “Lady, stop acting so strong-headed,” he said, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. “It can’t be that bad. Join us. We can make it a threesome.