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VIVIENNE

“Sawyer?”

His brown eyes look down as I rest on his chest. “Forget who you’re in bed with?”

I roll my eyes, looking up at him. His sexy smirk is playful. “No.” I trace the tattoo over his hardened pectoral muscle. It’s a gothic letter “P” right over his heart. I haven’t asked him about it. It’s none of my business. “But good thing you’re marked, or I might have.”

He chuckles beneath me. Everything is easy with him. No drama. Sex and conversation. Baz loves him. It’s been nice.

Although, before I moved here, we were thinking about starting a relationship, but that really hasn’t happened. We’ve pretty much had a friends with benefits arrangement and a true one.

Both of us are too afraid of a real relationship, and I'm not sure whether either of us even wants one. Not at this point anyway.

“Last night was fun,” I say, grinning up at him, totally satisfied.

“Yeah, it was. I fucking needed that. Lincoln is a real pain in the ass.”

I laugh at that. I still can’t believe he works for Asher’s older brother. “Why do you work for him again?”

His large shoulders shrug. “He’s the best. I should work for the best.”

“So cocky.”

And of course, he grabs his junk under my thigh. “You know it.”

I do. “You have plans today? Baz is on summer break. We could take him to the zoo.”

“Fuck. I’d much rather do that, but I have a meeting with Linc,” he grimaces, “that I'm already late for.”

“Better hurry.”

He looks at me with a hungry gaze, his hand gripping my chin and pulling me forward for a possessive kiss, leaving me wanting more. “Tomorrow?”

I nod and stand up, tugging on shorts and a tank top to walk him out. “Sounds good.”

He gets dressed, and I try to smooth down his messy bedhead hair, but it’s no use. His sandy blond hair needs to be washed to be rid of the haphazardness caused by our romp. I walk out of my bedroom that is thankfully down the hall from Baz’s room. He had his pick of rooms, and that’s the one he wanted.

Lola’s room is upstairs along with an office. And there’s another guest room next to mine. Baz is at Nora’s still, and the house is quiet as we walk toward the front door. But just as we pass the guest room next to mine, the door flings open.

I gasp when I see a shirtless Asher standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of black sweats, staring at us with bored eyes. “Could you two be any fucking louder?”

I gape at him. His graduation was yesterday, but he wouldn’t let any of his family attend or even tell them whether he wouldbe there, and now he’s here? I fold my arms over my chest and smile when I feel Sawyer’s hand on my back. “How long are you staying this time, Asher?”

His lips quirk into a hateful smile that sends shivers down my entire body. “Lola didn’t tell you?” I stare at him, trying not to give him the reaction he wants. “I’m your new roommate.”

I stare at him in shock, my heart thundering in my chest.

He has got to be kidding. Lola would never do that to me.

He must be messing with me. It wasn’t that long ago that Lola and I talked about this being Baz’s and my home. That she wanted us to stay here. He has to be trying to provoke a response from me. “Is that so?”

I’m met with an amused, hateful grin and cold eyes. “It is. Talked to Lola last night.” His eyes roam to Sawyer, who’s standing behind me. Asher rubs the scruff of his chin with one hand, the cocky smirk still on his handsome face. “Sawyer. Still just a one-minute man, huh?”

“I thought we were too loud for you?” Sawyer growls, clearly not happy to see Asher either.

“Yeah for thatoneminute, it was fucking loud.”

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