Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
T he game felt like the antithesis of my previous match. The men were jovial and teasing, but maintained a respectful distance.
Too bad when all I wanted was to be disrespected by them in the bedroom.
Such was my life.
I sunk the ball in the far pocket and pulled back from the table, grinning in satisfaction. “Seems I won.”
“So it seems,” Aiden agreed, handing off the cue to Finn. “But we all know I’m a terrible shot.”
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