Side Chick Era... Over

Miles had met Victoria a few times before and had to admit–she was beautiful, yes–but compared to Sharon, she lacked a certain womanly allure.

Sharon was something else entirely. Her features were refined yet striking, her charm sensual yet dignified. Beauty radiated from her with such vivid force that it felt almost tangible–intoxicating, but never vulgar. She was a born enchantress, a rare kind of temptation that pulled a man in without him realizing it.

Miles had seen his fair share of beautiful women over the years, but never one quite like Sharon. She was dazzling but not ostentatious, seductive without crossing into the obscene. Just looking at her stirred an ache of want he couldn’t quite suppress–a greedy, possessive urge to claim her for himself.

But then, without warning, a chill like a blade cut through the air.

Miles froze, his instincts prickling with the unmistakable sense of danger. The fine hairs on his arms stood on end. Slowly, he lifted his head–only to meet a pair of eyes as dark and cold as winter frost.

He blinked in surprise before recognition dawned.

Ah, yes. That guy. The one Sharon had brought along.

Pretty face, lean build… what was he again? Her boy toy?

No, right–her bodyguard.

Recovering his composure, Miles let out a casual laugh. “I’ve already reviewed everything beforehand, so there’s no need for another round of confirmation today.”

contract, her tone courteous but cool. “In that case, Miles,

the document, skimmed through a few pages without real interest,

time meeting. I’d rather take the opportunity to get acquainted,” he said, his smile practiced and lecherous. “As for the contract,

smile. “I’m sorry, Miles, but I have quite a lot of work waiting for me back at

crossed Miles’s gaze–followed

rather promiscuous. After her divorce, she’d allegedly entertained several men and even kept

wanted to play the virtuous act? Was this

But since fate has brought us together tonight, allow me to offer

glass toward her, his expression perfectly polite, the kind that

and gave a faint,

Miles, but I don’t

polite refusal didn’t surprise

his glass down, Miles chuckled. “Then how about a soft drink instead? Surely

He snapped his fingers.

immediately stepped forward, presenting a sealed bottle of soda. He opened it right in front of them- proof

little display, Sharon’s lips curved in a faint, knowing smile, cold amusement glinting