Olivia wasn’t sure when pretending had started to feel so… confusing.
Living under the same roof with Ethan was supposed to be simple. Stick to the plan, keep up appearances, and avoid unnecessary complications.
And yet, less than a week in, she was already questioning everything.
It was the little things—the casual way Ethan would brush past her in the kitchen, the way he’d call her Liv like it was the most natural thing in the world, the way his gaze would linger on her just a second too long when he thought she wasn’t looking.
It was dangerous.
And Olivia needed to get a grip.
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Morning Tension
She woke up groggy, the scent of fresh coffee drifting into her room. For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then the sleek white ceiling reminded her. Right. Ethan’s penthouse.
Dragg
