Cavin's POV
The room was shrouded in quiet shadows as the first rays of morning slipped through the blinds, a soft light touching the tangled sheets and Eliza lying next to me, wrapped in the remnants of last night's passion. She was still asleep, her hair spilled across the pillow, her face softened, all traces of her usual feistiness replaced by a rare, vulnerable peace. I couldn't help but smirk, remembering the way she'd looked at me, dared me, then begged me. I hadn't held back—and neither had she.
I couldn't care less about Natalie's last night's fuss. I knew she would pull this up anytime. But I was running with a backup plan. Yesterday, when I was about to leave office to pick up Eliza from the middle of the road. Nathan provided me some documents that stated Natalie and Ad
