Alyssa

When Zuri wakes up, I'm beyond exhausted—physically from the way King fucked me into oblivion last night, and mentally from lying awake, trying to figure out what Niko was doing in King's room while I was in the shower. His shirt was wrinkled, his lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his sweatpants.

What the hell happened in there?

After feeding Zuri breakfast, I set her up in the living room with her toys, though my mind isn't fully ...