Salacious Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes #5)

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THE DOOR TO my parents’ penthouse mocked me as I stood outside staring at the peephole. I’d lived here my whole life, first with my mom and dad and then Travis and Vera, running the halls and causing chaos. But now as I stood here I hesitated, and all because of what I knew I’d find when I stepped inside.

I was running late, which meant the whole family would likely already be here, and because the universe hated me, that “family” now included the one person in the world I would do anything not to have to sit across from at our monthly dinners.

It wasn’t like I could do anything about it, though. This was the way it had been for a long time now. At least twelve excruciating dinners a year that I had to force myself to attend. I’d tried to skip it once, but was met with never-ending questions as to why. So it was just easier to suck it up and enjoy Vera’s cooking, all the while pretending Travis didn’t exist.