Monday came, but Shiloh and Archer never talked about what happened the other day. Archer took him back to the place where they usually met and then went home. That was just the kind of relationship they had—no strings attached, no questions asked, and purely s*x.
"Shiloh, have some breakfast, dear. I made it for you," Maria said—his auntie and also the helper in their house. Shiloh smiled at her warmly and walked to the table. He sat beside Slade, who was already halfway through his breakfast.
"Did you do something?" Slade suddenly asked.
"What?" Shiloh replied, slightly confused as he reached for his glass and drank some water.
Instead of answering, Slade handed him his phone. Shiloh frowned as he looked at the screen, his forehead creasing.
"What am I supposed to be looking at here
