Olivia Westview
His words hit me like a freight train.
Heat exploded inside me, my entire body going rigid at the sheer audacity of what he’d just said.
“James,” I managed to breathe out. “That’s—”
He leaned back, but that infuriatingly calm smirk never left his lips. “You said tomorrow, didn’t you? And yesterday’s tomorrow is today.”
I stared at him, completely lost for words, my stomach in knots. This is James Fvcking Sinclair. The man who had pushed me to the edge last night, igniting a fire that I could barely control. And now he was sitting across from me, teasing me with more—so much more.
And goodness gracious, I wanted it all. Every. Last. Bit.
But the reality of it—the Plan B, the birth control pills—left me reeling. This wasn’t just another one-night stand. He was planni
