Aliya’s POV
My eyes fluttered open as the brightness of the morning light and a familiar scent enveloped me. A smile tugged at my lips as I turned to the other side of the bed to find my boyfriend—yes, my boyfriend—with that perfect grin on his face.
“Good morning,” Nick greeted, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss.
“Good morning, Nick,” I replied, breaking free from our kiss.
Last night had been absolute chaos. Dad had shown up with his dumb revelation about Camille being his daughter and tried to force me to get her out.
But Nick had wiped away that memory completely when he buried his head between my legs and explored my insides with his tongue.
Whatever they had going on in that family was no longer an Aliya’s problem. If Dad wanted to claim someone else
