Oblivious Locked Targets 1

Parker leaned back into the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose as Cassidy's voice rang out through the phone.

"You know," she teased, a smirk audible even over the call, "you said you wanted an all-alone week. Just you and your peace, right? So much for that. It didn't even take an hour before all hell broke loose."

"Cassidy—" he started, his tone halfway between frustrated and amused, but before he could finish, she gave him one last laugh and ended the call.

"Of course," Parker muttered, exhaling slowly as the screen went dark.

He turned his attention to Ava, who was still grinning like she'd just won some private victory. She saluted him mockingly before hanging up herself.

Tessa's laughter cut through the silence, soft but teasing. "You heard them. Guess it's my turn now. Let me protect you, Mr. Cold Billionaire," she said, handing him a glass of wine with both hands, her eyes sparkling mischievously.