On the first day, it had been weird.
When he'd told Melissa about the living situation—Sierra and Maddie, both of them, crashing in his penthouse while their parents jetted off on some joint "adults-only" cruise that absolutely reeked of midlife-crisis swinger vibes—she'd lost her goddamn mind.
Full-body cackling… she had to clutch her stomach and wipe actual tears from her eyes, her tits bouncing with every hysterical gasp.
"Two of them?" she'd wheezed, collapsing back onto his bed like she'd been shot. "Two Paradise princesses fighting over you under one roof? Like a live-action season of The Bachelor but with trust funds and daddy issues?"
"They're not fighting. Exactly."
