JACE
One-night stands? Yeah, I’m no rookie. Girls love the alpha vibe, and I’ve never had trouble delivering. But something about this one haunts me. Maybe it’s because she was the best I’ve ever had, or maybe it’s because she vanished without giving me her name. We agreed—no strings, just one unforgettable night. Yet, I can’t stop thinking about her. I've been chasing her shadow ever since.

Then fate steps in. She shows up at the squad complex, signing up for recruit training like destiny’s playing a cruel joke. My lucky day? Not quite. My best friend introduces her as his sister. Quincy.

I should walk away—bro code and all. But the pull between us? It’s magnetic, impossible to resist. She’s the dream girl I can't have. The tension is thick, and it’s only getting harder to ignore. I’m falling deeper into this mess. What do I do when breaking the rules feels so damn right?

I’m screwed. Big time.

QUINCY
It was supposed to be one night. No names, no complications—just a way to forget my cheating ex. And it worked, too well. My ex? A distant memory. But that night? It’s all I can think about.

Every touch, every move—it’s burned into my mind. Then I walk into the training complex for a fresh start, and there he is. Jace. The stranger from that night. But he’s not just anyone—he’s my brother’s best friend.

If Thomas found out? It’d be chaos. Jace and I know we have to keep our distance, act like nothing happened. But every time I see him, the fire reignites. The more I try to stay away, the more I want him.

I’m playing with fire, and we’re both bound to get burned. But I can’t stop. Even if it destroys us both.

One Night, Endless Consequences

I glanced over at the stage and scowled, my frustration growing. It was midnight, the night before Braxton’s wedding, and here I was, sitting with Lucas and Ryder at a club in Vegas. The usual pattern was that drunk and disillusioned Heather  men sought solace in the company of women, but no amount ...

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