LOGINDate = 15 AugustA little later in the day.Place = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueI touch my crotch with a groan.Abstinence from Aria is a crime against nature. Against art. Against manhood.She said we should not have sex before the wedding. She said it was symbolic. Romantic. Something ab
Alejandro shakes his head. “No.”“They’re probably squeezing in a quickie,” Jackson mutters, leaning back like this is all mildly entertaining.I shoot him a look sharp enough to draw blood. And it reminds me that I am absolutely having a conversation with him later.Alejandro lets out a strained la
“You still thinking about her?” I ask quietly.He doesn’t turn. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says.I let that sit between us. Brothers don’t need lies polished.“You went there to forget,” I say.He finishes, hands steady, movements practiced, and absentminded. He exhales slowly, tucking himself
“And look where that got us.” She points to her tummy, and he gets this stupid, proud smile on his stupid face.“Face it, angel, your man is a stud.”“As if it’s so difficult to make a bloody baby,” I grunt, trying to get past my slight nausea.“So you’re saying it’s as easy as riding a bike …” Dami
Date = 15 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueJust then, Mel wobbles up the last step, winded with a red face, with Damion holding her arm.“Sorry, we’re late,” Damion charms, “Your sister takes a while to walk up the stairs.”“She takes a while to walk, period,” Luke sneers. It ear
“You’re right,” River agrees, “but you don’t need to get married to do it. Damion and Mel are not married.”“The baby was an accident.” Luke walks forward with his usual smug, condescending smirk on his face.River rolls her eyes with theatrical flair, nudging at nothing with the toe of her pink boo
“It’s called love, bro,” he smirks. “Passionate, never-ending love.” His game is chaos with a six-pack. But it’s smooth. And sweet. And judging by the admiration in Mel’s eyes, she’s trying to hide, it’s working.“Oh, hell,” Logan groans. “I thought we were getting past your half-baked foreplay? You
A Ladivine gown. Floaty. Layers of soft tulle and off-the-shoulder straps that whisper sexy and stylish. Ava and Mel both lean in and nod.Mel narrows her eyes at the image. “Can we adjust it so it fits the melon?” She points at her stomach.The assistant smiles. “We’ll do a few tweaks to make it bu
Silence.I drop a Barbie back in the box. Mel pauses mid-cricket-count. Lili lowers her iPad. Damion blinks twice. Luke makes a gagging noise.“What?” Mel croaks.“Yup.” River pops the ‘P’ and keeps stacking utensils like she didn’t just detonate a verbal grenade.“Why were you in Jackson’s drawer?”
“Do you even know how long it takes to order a cake that isn’t shaped like fruit?”“But you’ll do it?” he asks, watching me.I stare at him. At his hopeful, vulnerable face. And then I sigh, dramatically, sinking back into the water with a hand over my eyes. “Of course I’ll do it. It matters to you.







