Ava's POV
The pool house at the far end of the garden felt like another world that night. I had slipped out of the mansion after midnight, heart hammering so loudly I was sure the security cameras would catch me. The three men had messaged me in code short, cryptic texts that still sent heat flooding through my veins. *Pool house. 2 a.m. Come alone.*
I pushed open the glass doors and the night air wrapped around me like a hug. The pool house was lit by soft string lights strung through the rafters, casting a golden glow over the deep blue water. Steam rose from the heated pool in lazy curls. And there they were my men.
Marcus stood by the diving board, tall and commanding, his black shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the hard lines of his chest. His dark eyes found mine instantly, a
