SIENNA.

“I’m done,” I said, standing in the doorway of his room with the cash in my hand. “This is the last time. Take it and we’re finished.”

Noah was sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, scrolling his phone like he hadn’t been waiting for me. He looked up slowly. His eyes dropped to the thick stack of bills, then back to my face. He didn’t reach for it.

“No.”

Just that. Flat. Final.

I stepped inside and shut the door harder than I meant to. “You don’t get to decide that. I started this. I can end it.”

He set the phone down. “You started it with...