107. HUSH MELODY!

JENSEN’S POV. The elevator doors slid open and I froze mid-step. Henry’s stupid grin was the first thing that hit me. What the hell is he doing here? My jaw tightened as I scanned the living room. More faces. Chinaza was staring at something on her phone. Mary sprawled across my favourite couch. Cory in front of the guest restroom. The entire apartment smelled like too many people and cheap takeout. My skin prickled with irritation. All I wanted after a long-ass flight and three days of my father’s endless meetings was. One person. Her. I exhaled slowly through my nose, eyes still hunting. “Where’s Mel?” Naza shifted aside without a word. And there she was. Melody sat in the corner armchair like she was trying to disappear into it, but she couldn’t hide from me. Never could. That moss-green halterneck dress clung to her perfectly. The neckline plunged dangerously low, the tie at the back of her neck the only thing keeping her breasts from spilling out. One deep breath and I’d