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I shouldn’t be glad that he’s gone, but I am. With his death came her freedom.

Mum, sensing my depressing thoughts, changes the topic. “When do you boys leave for Australia?”

“Two weeks. That will give us a month there before our first event.”

“Is there anyone I would know attending?” She looks at her nails as if she’s not being slick.

“The guest list hasn’t been announced yet. Nice try though.” I smirk.

She sighs. “Can’t blame a mother for trying.”

When my phone pings, my stomach clenches at her name on my phone.

Aurora.Blake has sent you a message.

I click into it and almost drop my phone.

There is the answer to my almost dick pic in full color. Aurora Blake with nothing but a blanket covering her chest, her hair up in a messy bun with her clavicle and the cleavage of her breasts on full display. The blanket pools at her middle as her leg sneaks out of the blanket showing her bare hip. My dick is painfully hard at the image.

Aurora.Blake: Two can play at that game.

“You okay, love?” Mum asks.

My eyes meet hers as I try and forget the image on my phone. I can’t though. It’s burned into my head.

“Fine, Mum,” I murmur as she starts off on another topic.

Inside, I’m stewing though. She wants to play games? Little does she know that I always win.

* * *

“Can you believe what he did? He’s going to break one of these days,” I tell Liam as we walk to my room.

“You’re telling me. He’s never lost his cool like that. He likes her more than he’s willing to admit.” Liam takes off his shirt, distracting me.

I watch as he continues to undress, grabbing his clothes for the day.

“Yeah. I wish he’d admit it so we could finally meet her,” I murmur, my eyes taking him in.

He turns to me, smirking. “You are so easy. Stop ogling me and help me figure out a way to break Ezra.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think we can do anything. She needs to break through his shell. He refuses to listen to us.”

Liam sighs as he pulls on his pants. “Let’s go consult Santi. He’s older and wiser. Maybe he can help.”

I follow Liam down the stairs. The sound of grunting and weights hitting each other fill the air as we walk into the gym. A sweat-soaked Santi watches himself as he moves a weight over the back of his head and slowly lifts it up and down.

“Yo,” Liam says as he jumps on the treadmill.

“Ezra leave?” he grunts as he does another rep.

“Yeah, he’ll be back in a couple of hours,” I tell him as I take a seat on the bench.

“You’ll never believe what he did.” Liam smirks.

“Do I want to know?” Santi quirks his eyebrow.

“Probably not,” I tell him.

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