Foul Play Of Gods (Hidden Agenda)

In the back, Tessa and Atalanta were already clicking. Unlike her cold demeanor toward Maya, Tessa actually vibed with Atlanta. Probably because the Olympian had this calm, approachable aura instead of an arrogant one.

Not like Cleopatra.

He hadn't seen Tessa and Cleo face-to-face since their gym encounter, but judging from the online comment war they were engaged in, he could already tell—they were gonna hate each other.

He sighed. Great.

How many times had he been through this? His women vs. his friends.

It was always a fucking headache.

As he started the car, he glanced in the rearview mirror. Tessa and Atalanta were giggling at the screen. Weird. Not just the laughing—but the fact that they were both glued to a single phone.

Parker frowned. "You do know you both have your own phones, right?"

Tessa waved him off. "Shhh. It's funnier this way love."