Page 20 of One Baddie for Three Daddies

Liam steps forward. "You sure about this?" he asks me, though his eyes are on her.

"Yeah," I say, keeping my gaze steady on Bianca. "I’m sure."

"Fine," Liam says with a shrug.

Bianca’s shoulders relax a fraction as she looks between us, her eyes softening. "Thank you," she says softly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

I roll my eyes and grin, shaking my head. "Don’t thank us yet," I reply, my tone firm.

The three of us stand there, the silence stretching between us. The tension has shifted and fuck if I'm not ready to cut through it.

"Alright," I say since neither Liam or Bia seems to be racing to talk. I lean against the edge of the conference table. "Meet us at Liam's apartment tonight. I'll text you the address."

Bianca nods, relief flickering in her eyes. "Okay, I'll be there."

Liam's silence is louder than any words. He’s staring at Bianca like he's trying to read her mind, dissect every single motive. She shifts on her feet under his gaze, but she doesn’t back down.

As she turns to leave, I can’t help but let my eyes trail down her back. The sway of her hips stirs something deep inside me. This whole situation is fucked up, sure, but I'm fucking excited about what’s coming tonight.

My hands grip the edge of the conference table, lost in the memories of Bianca’s body against mine. Her skin, warm and inviting, the way she used to laugh, the way she’d look at me like I was her whole world. It’s all flooding back in a rush, making my head spin. The last time we were together, we were invincible. Or so I thought.

“Alex,” Liam’s voice slices through my thoughts like a knife. “This is a bad idea.”

I blink, shaking off the memories. “What?”

“This,” he gestures between us and the door Bianca just walked out of. “Letting her back into our lives like this. It’s a bad fucking idea.”

“Look, man,” I say, straightening up and crossing my arms. “I get it. But maybe this is what we need to finally get some closure.”

Liam scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “Closure? You think fucking her again is going to give us closure?”

“Why not?” I shrug. “We’re not talking about love here, Liam. Just sex. No strings attached.”

Liam’s eyes narrow as he steps closer to me. “And you think that’s going to work? You think we can just go back to being casual after everything?”

“It’s worth a shot,” I say firmly.

He shakes his head, exasperation clear on his face. “You’re fucking insane.”

“Maybe,” I admit with a smirk. “But you’re in this too now.”

Liam lets out a frustrated sigh and turns away from me, staring out the window. The city sprawls out below us, oblivious to the chaos inside this room.

“I can’t believe we’re even considering this,” he mutters.

I walk over to Liam, with a wild kind of excitement and something darker. Almost giddy, I clap him on the back.

“Don’t think about it too deeply, Liam,” I say, trying to lighten the mood. “At the very least, it’ll be fun.”

Liam's jaw tightens as he stares out the window, his fingers drumming against the sill. “This isn’t a fucking game, Alex,” he says, his voice low and edged with frustration.

His brow is furrowed and I already know he’s brooding over this whole situation. But for me? I can’t help the thrill I get at the thought of hate sex with Bianca. Punishing her for that bullshit all those years ago, for stirring up old feelings.

I roll my eyes, trying to keep things light. “Come on, man. It's not like we’re diving back into a relationship with her. We’re just blowing off some steam, having a bit of fun.”

He swivels to confront me, his icy blue gaze piercing through my attempt at levity. "And you really believe that's going to fix anything, Alex?" His tone is filled with skepticism, each syllable landing like a blow.

“It’ll help,” I insist, leaning a bit closer to emphasize my point. “We’re all adults here. We can handle it.”

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