The next day,in the grand Blair mansion, Leo sat cross-legged on Kaius 's massive bed, gripping his phone and preparing for what he liked to call "The Conversation."
He had questions—big ones—and only one man could answer them.
Kaius stepped out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips.
His hair was wet, water still dripping down his chest. Muscles rippled beneath his skin, each one carved like a statue come to life. Every movement spoke of strength, control, and discipline.
Leo blinked, then let out a low whistle.
"Wow," he muttered under his breath.
Wealthy. Check. Handsome. Check. Single. Triple check.
The man was practically a walking romance novel cover.
And totally worthy of his mother.
He'd been pretending Kaius was his dad for days.
But sud
