I had no intention of becoming the star of a live-action soap opera, and yet—here I was. Butt-naked. Listening to two men who had already been inside me argue like they were about to throw down over who got to claim the parking space in my v****a.
I did what any logical, emotionally fried woman would do.
I let them talk.
And I walked my bare ass back into my bedroom like the unbothered chaos queen I was born to be.
Let them sort it out.
I closed the door behind me barely. Just enough to hear muffled voices.
Jace was throwing barbs laced with control.
TJ was giving them back with sharp, steel-edged sarcasm.
It should’ve made me stressed.
But instead?
It turned me on.
Because deep down, I liked that neither of them could let this go.
Not just because of ego.
But because of me.
