Zac stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through his damp hair. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, and the cool air brushed against his bare chest.
The faint scent of soap and expensive cologne lingered, fresh and clean—a sign he had just stepped out of the shower.
He had barely taken two steps away from the dresser when he spotted Angelo in his room.
“What the f**k—Angelo,” Zac muttered, furrowing his brows. “Why are you lurking around here? Trying to creep me out? Huh?”
Angelo stayed still, his face serious and full of concern.
Zac let out a dry chuckle, seeing that Angelo wasn’t smiling back. “What is it this time?”
Angelo let out a sigh. “I was just thinking about the contract… thinking about how inconvenient it might be for Mia.”
Zac rolled his eyes. “Oh my God. I can
