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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