Page 132 of The Fake Husband Deal

Noah closed his eyes as he swallowed every drop, his throat bobbing.

“Christ. That was too good,” I gasped, trying to regain my wits.

I helped Noah to his feet and captured his mouth. “I fucking love you so much, Noah.”

“I love you more, Lioreo.”

We finished the shower, dried, and got dressed.

I was about to call down to order breakfast when there was a knock on the door.

We exchanged a complicit smile. Five minutes earlier, they would have had to knock the door down if they’d wanted to come in.

Noah opened the door, and Lex, Emery, Ellie, and River came in.

River looked frantic. The others looked confused, as if they’d been dragged here without knowing why.

“What’s the matter?” Noah asked. “Don’t tell me Adam did a runner.”

“Worse,” River said, pulling a small piece of paper from his pocket. “This was pushed under my door. Victoria is gone, and she’s not coming back.”

Noah gasped. Lex looked like he was going to be sick.

Ellie looked at River.

“Someone has to tell Adam.”