Three weeks later

Diego’s POV

I heard the doorbell and the muffled exchange at the front.

“Pizza guy’s here,” I called from the bathroom, voice bouncing off the tiles through the steam. “Code’s 46345.”

“Got it, honey,” Jace yelled back.

I smiled to myself. I finally had the fine shit I’d been craving. I thought getting him all to myself would be hard, but money really does move mountains. Still… damn, he’s expensive as hell. In Just a few weeks since we met, ...