Sora's POV
The rest of my day turned out to be… absurdly amazing.
Somewhere between my emotional meltdown and my second cup of coffee, Jiho apparently decided I deserved compensation. Not one extra ken.
But two!
So now, standing beside me like a very expensive catalog spread, were three men.
Jeremy—brown hair, boy-next-door smile, dimples that will also make you smile. Caucasian.
Jesse—sharp phoenix eyes, black hair, unmistakably Asian, the kind of quiet handsome that sneaks up on you.
Clay—black hair, sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders, looked like he'd stepped out of somewhere tropical and never fully left.
All three were taller than me, which wasn't difficult since I was painfully short. All three looked like they treated the gym as a second home. And best of all?
They listened.
