The elevator chimed at 9:17 a.m. on a Saturday.
I was still in bed, tangled in sheets that smelled like sex and Theo, when the doors slid open and Lila marched in like she owned the place.
"RISE AND SHINE, BREEDERS!"
She wore a neon-pink faux-fur coat, platform combat boots, and a grin that promised chaos. Two overstuffed tote bags hung off her shoulders. A glittery gift bag dangled from her teeth.
Theo shot upright beside me, naked, hair wild, looking every inch the murderous billionaire.
Lila dropped the gift bag, took one look at his bare chest and the obvious tent in the sheet, and whistled.
"Morning, Daddy Warbucks. Nice dickprint."
I choked on air.
Theo grabbed a pillow like a shield. "Who the fuck let you up?"
"I told Marcus I had a pregnancy emergency," she chirped, kicking the bedroom door wide. "He's terrified of uteruses. Works every time."
