Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena wasn't having any of it. She knew exactly what to expect from him-nothing good. His dark eyes locked onto her fair, delicate face, giving her no escape from his suggestive words that oozed through the phone, each word a slow tease.

"Selena, I miss you so much I can't sleep..."

"I want to kiss you, touch you, be with you completely."

"Remember that night? You were on my lap, your face all flushed, urging me on. Do you know how beautiful you looked..."

In the stillness of the night, his husky voice was like a thousand feathers tickling her heart. It sent shivers down her spine.

Even though nothing was happening, Selena felt like everything had. She felt... tainted.

a sharp click, she hung up and flung the phone away. Her heart pounded as her face turned a shade

seeing the phone screen go dark, a small smile played

predicament. His pants were uncomfortably tight. He chuckled, loosening his tie.

the city from his window. The bustling cityscape was stunning, perhaps even more so than Newport's, yet it felt empty without her

the phone rang. He raised

his excitement faded. Still, he answered after a

...

for a month. Kids bounce back quickly, and he was no exception, already full of energy and his voice back to normal. Today

was eager to see his friends again, even if he

glasses of milk, one for him and one for herself. But after just a sip,

He knew how awful being sick felt and

over gently