On Wednesdays we bet. If we fold…we’re sold.

 

I know how to win.

At poker. At pain.

At pretending nothing ever touches me.

 

But Aiden Cardell doesn’t play games—he owns them.

So when I challenge him to Seven Minutes in Heaven, I think I’ve got the upper hand.

 

Until he locks the door.

 

What happens inside that closet isn’t about lust or love… It’s about power. His rules. My rebellion.

Our shared past bleeds into every slap, every bite, every twisted memory we’ve buried.

 

He says to strip.

But I’ve stacked the deck.

 

In a house filled with rigged rules, ritual humiliation, and secret debts… Winning might mean losing everything.

 

If you like enemies trapped in closets, degradation laced with grief, and twisted lovers playing with fire—you’ve just been dealt in.