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.”

cool.

up the document, skimmed through a few pages without real

our first time meeting. I’d rather take the opportunity to get acquainted,” he said, his

lot

crossed Miles’s gaze–followed

divorce, she’d allegedly entertained several men and even kept a pretty boy toy on the

play the virtuous act?

“Sharon, since you’re busy, I won’t keep you long. But since fate has brought

expression perfectly polite, the kind that made refusal

wine and gave a

sorry, Miles, but I

refusal didn’t surprise him

down, Miles chuckled. “Then how about a

He snapped his fingers.

presenting a sealed bottle of soda. He opened it right in front of them- proof that it

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