WILLIAMS
The previous night had drained me completely. I had spent hours tangled in Sasha’s arms, trying to give her the warmth and comfort my father never could. But pleasure came with its price—guilt, tension, and the unsettling awareness that I was dancing too close to fire. And with Dad knocking on my bedroom door earlier, looking for his fiancée, the heat in my room wasn't just from what Sasha and I shared—it was the kind that burned and warned.
A sharp tune from my phone yanked me out of my restless sleep. I groaned, eyes still cloudy with sleep, and fumbled to silence it.
Jeff? My eyebrows furrowed with disdain. He rarely called this early.
“Good morning, sir,” Jeff’s voice crackled through the line. It was unusually tense. My body sat up before my mind could process why.
“You
