The morning after Darius and Alicia's private dinner was anything but quiet.
He returned to the villa just as the sun crept above the waves, the glow of candlelight still fresh in his mind, along with the faint, lingering taste of Alicia's lips on his. They hadn't gone too far—but the heat between them had been undeniable.
And in the villa? It was boiling.
Yuna was the first to spot him. She didn't say anything, just watched him from her lounge chair near the pool, a glass of fresh juice in hand. She didn't smile. Didn't wave.
Just looked.
Emma and Avery were in the kitchen. Both stopped mid-conversation as Darius walked through. Alicia followed a few steps behind him, glowing.
It didn't take a genius to sense the growing storm.
Matt—forever on the sidelines—smirked to himself. "At this rate, I won't even need to sabotage him. They'll tear each other apart."
Darius grabbed a protein bar from the counter and unwrapped it slowly. "Morning."
Emma's tone was cool. "Busy night?"
