KIERAN’S POV
I saw the first charge on my phone just as I was unlocking the car.
Then the second.
And the third.
By the time I slid into the driver’s seat, my black card had racked up more activity than it usually saw in a month.
My phone kept vibrating as transaction notifications rolled in—one from a luxury boutique downtown, another from a high-end floral shop, then a long, confusing list of vendors ranging from party decorators to candle artisans.
I gripped the steering wheel with one hand and scrolled with the other, trying to make sense of the mess. Makeup counters. Custom stationery. Caviar. A damn harpist.
What the actual f**k?
My mind flashed immediately to Celeste.
She’d only just moved in, and already, she was treating my card like it had no limit. W
