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The silence in the room was heavier than the smell of sex.

Renee sat on the edge of the bed with her shirt pulled on crooked and her pants only halfway fastened. Her thighs were still shiny.

A slow trickle of cum had run down the inside of one leg and left a faint mark on the sheet. She kept her eyes on the floor. Every few seconds a residual tremor passed through her, small but visible.

Cole stood just inside the closed door with her arms at her sides, posture straight, expression locked down.

The scar through her eyebrow looked sharper under the afternoon light. She had not looked away from Liam once since stepping fully into the room.

Vanessa hovered half a step behind her. Fuller face, heavier chest, the softest of the three in appearance and the most obvious in reaction. Her cheeks were still flushed.

Her eyes kept drifting back to the bed, then to Liam, then away again like she couldn’t decide where it was safest to look.

Liam remained leaning against the desk, arms loosely crossed. He had closed his pants but hadn’t bothered with the rest of his shirt.

The room still held the thick, unmistakable scent of what had just finished happening. No one pretended otherwise.”Renee,” he said.

Her head lifted a fraction. She still didn’t meet his eyes. ”Go clean up. Then return to your rotation. If anyone asks, you were reviewing equipment inventory with me.”

Renee nodded once. The movement was stiff. She stood carefully, like her legs weren’t fully reliable yet, and gathered the rest of her things without looking at Cole or Vanessa.

When she passed them on the way to the door her shoulders were tight. She slipped out into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind her with more force than necessary.

The click left the three of them alone.Liam’s gaze moved to Cole first.”How long were you guys listening?” Cole didn’t flinch. ”Long enough.”

”And you decided leaning on the door was a good idea.” Her jaw shifted. ”It wasn’t intentional.”

”But you didn’t walk away.” Cole held his eyes. There was no apology in her face. Only the same controlled assessment she gave everything else in the house.

Vanessa shifted her weight behind her, the soft rustle of her clothing suddenly loud in the quiet.

Liam pushed off the desk and walked a slow half-circle that put the window at his back. The move was casual. It also put both women fully in his line of sight with no easy exit to either side.

”Vanessa.” She straightened like someone had called her name on a parade ground. ”Yes.”

”You can speak.”

Vanessa’s throat moved. ”We heard... noise. We thought someone might be hurt. Or that there was a problem.”

The explanation sounded rehearsed and collapsed under its own weight by the second sentence. She knew it. Color climbed higher on her neck.

Cole glanced at her once, then back at Liam. ”We should have knocked. Or left. We didn’t.”

He let the silence stretch. Outside the window the afternoon light had started to thin. Somewhere on the grounds a door closed. The ordinary sounds of the villa continued as if nothing in this room had shifted.

”You’re both still on rotation,” Liam said eventually. ”That doesn’t change. What you saw doesn’t leave this room. Not to the others. Not to Jack. Not to Rowena or anyone else’s.”

Cole gave a short nod. Vanessa echoed it a beat later, smaller.

Liam studied them both for another moment. Cole’s composure was impressive, but it wasn’t perfect. There was a tension in the way she held her shoulders, a faint awareness in the set of her mouth.

Vanessa was easier to read. The flush, the restless eyes, the way she kept almost looking at the bed and then stopping herself. Both of them had seen everything.

”You’re dismissed,” he said.

Cole turned first. She opened the door with the same economy of movement she did everything else and stepped into the hall.

Vanessa hesitated half a second longer, eyes flicking once more toward Liam, before she followed. The door closed softly behind them.

Liam waited until their footsteps faded down the corridor. Only then did he exhale and drag a hand down his face.

The claim on Renee was clean. The System had registered it without complication. One more permanent multiplier locked in.

Her body had taken the exaggerated size, broken on it, and still come back for the second round until she was shaking and full. That part was done.

Cole and Vanessa were different.

They had walked in on the aftermath with their own eyes. They had seen the size of him, the state of Renee, the mess on the sheets.

Neither of them had run. That mattered. Interest even the kind wrapped in shock or professional restraint was usable.

But pushing either of them today would be clumsy. Cole especially. She was the type who closed ranks when pressed too fast.

Vanessa might open sooner, but even she would need time to stop replaying what she had seen every time she closed her eyes.

Jessica remained further out. Still hard. Still watching the house with that same controlled distance. Jack had stepped off the board the way Liam needed him to. The field was clearer than it had been in days.

Liam walked to the window and looked down at the grounds.

Renee had reappeared on the far loop already, posture stiff, movements a little too precise. She was functional. That was enough for now.

Cole and Vanessa had split in different directions once they hit the main hall Cole toward the north side, Vanessa toward the east wing like she needed the longer walk to collect herself.

He filed the details away.

Multi Claim was still ready. Four at once remained a larger step than he had taken before. Renee was one. Cole and Vanessa were now realistic second and third pieces if he handled the next stretch correctly.

The fourth could come from the remaining women or from outside. Grace was still a standing possibility once he decided the timing was right.

But not today.

Today was for letting the weight of what Cole and Vanessa had seen settle into their heads without him forcing it. Pressure worked better when people had time to sit with it.

Liam turned from the window, crossed to the bed, and stripped the ruined sheets with efficient movements.

The evidence went into a laundry bag. The room still smelled like sex. He opened the window wider and let the afternoon air push through.

Downstairs, the ordinary sounds of the villa continued. Footsteps. The low murmur of someone on rotation checking in with someone else.

Jack’s voice did not rise above the background. The competitive edge that had lived in the house for the past week stayed gone.

Liam sat at the desk and unlocked his phone. Grace’s missed call was still there, unanswered. He looked at it for a long second, then set the phone face-down again.

Later. Right now the board inside the villa had shifted, and he intended to let the new pieces sit exactly where they had landed.

Cole had seen him.Vanessa had seen him.

Renee was already his.The rest would come in its own time.

He leaned back in the chair and let the quiet of the room settle around the new shape of things.

Outside, the light kept fading.Inside, nothing needed to be forced. Not yet.