The sun had barely cleared the horizon when Liam opened his eyes. Unlike most mornings, there was no grogginess.
Last night, he had some fun with Vanessa teasing some fine cocktails, and enjoying the pool. Later, he visited Harper and Alice, but they were too tired for sex. Because of that he slept way more then he was used to.
He rose with quiet determination and pulled on his best clothes: a finely pressed navy suit, a crisp white shirt, and a tie in a shade of burgundy that added just enough flair.
He adjusted his cufflinks carefully, admiring how the silver gleamed in the morning light. He wasn't one to fuss over his appearance, but today was different, he needed to be ready for a war.
The meeting Leo had invited Vanessa to was at 11 o'clock, and when it came, he'd make sure to wipe that smug smile right off Leo's face, replacing it with a look of pure frustration.
