DESPERATE EX-WIVES

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• ONLY YOU, NO CONTRACTS.   LITTLE FAMILY OUTING.

  Tiffany moved quietly through the sun-dappled room, her hands gentle but practised. Her mother sat in the wheelchair by the window, her eyes distant, flickering occasionally with recognition. Tiffany crouched beside her, gathering the folds of her mother’s cardigan and smoothing them down with care. She adjusted the collar, straightened the buttons, and gently pulled the sleeves over her thin, frail wrists.Her mother's legs peeked from beneath her skirt. Without a word, Tiffany reached for the soft wool blanket draped over the nearby chair. She unfolded it slowly, then tenderly laid it across her mother's lap, tucking the edges in around her legs to keep her warm."There," Tiffany whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her mother’s brow. "Nice and cosy. Right, momma? I'm sure you're going to enjoy the picnic... well, also shopping. You definitely enjoy it."Her mother didn’t respond, only stared out the window, lips slightly parted, a hum of silence between them. Tiffany staye

• ONLY YOU, NO CONTRACTS.   END IT.

  The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting. Tiffany stirred, her body entwined in the sheets, warmth radiating from Kai’s skin against hers. He was still asleep, his arm draped loosely around her waist, his breathing slow and even, a rhythmic lullaby that tugged at her heart.She blinked. Her mouth felt parched, the dryness contrasting sharply with the humid warmth of the room. Carefully, she slid out from under his arm, tiptoeing across the wooden floor.The bathroom light was soft, casting a gentle glow that felt almost sacred as she splashed cool water on her face. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror eyes wide and alert, too awake for the hour. A frown tugged at her lips. As she returned to the bed, slipping back into the covers without disturbing him. But just as she reached for the covers, a faint buzz shattered the fragile silence.Kai’s phone lit up on the nightstand, the screen glowing with a notification banner before dimming again. Tiffany paused,

• ONLY YOU, NO CONTRACTS.   TILT YOUR HIPS

  Then came the sharp sting of his palm against her skin, not harsh, but firm enough to steal a gasp from her lips."Hands on the wall," he murmured, his voice low and rough behind her. "Tilt your hips for me."Tiffany obeyed, her heart pounding, anticipation coiling hot and tight in her belly. Kai's breath ghosted across her back warm, electric, and utterly consuming.Then he dropped to his knees.His mouth sealed over her clit without warning, sucking hard enough to wrench a sharp cry from her throat.Tiffany slapped a hand over her mouth, desperate to muffle the moan that tore free as his tongue lashed her with ruthless precision. His fingers thrust deep, curling expertly to find that devastating spot again and again.Her hips bucked uncontrollably against his face, but Kai held her firm, unrelenting. His mouth and hands worked her over with merciless intent, dragging her higher and higher."Yes. Oh, yes."The words were sobbed into her palm as her orgasm built fast, blinding, and un

• ONLY YOU, NO CONTRACTS.   KEEP THE HEELS.

  They reached the mansion in mere minutes, the grand structure looming ahead, cloaked in the soft glow of evening light. Kai stepped out first, moving with an effortless grace as he rounded the car to open the door for her, dismissing Peter with a simple nod.Tiffany stepped out, the evening breeze catching the hem of her dress, sending it fluttering around her legs like delicate petals caught in a gentle gust. She looked up at the mansion, its majesty striking against the twilight, then turned to Kai. His eyes, usually a warm shade of brown, were now darker, more intense, brimming with an energy that made her pulse quicken."Kai…" she began, but the word barely escaped her lips before his hands encircled her waist, pulling her closer."Come on, you might catch a cold," he murmured, guiding her into the mansion.The front doors swung open with a soft hiss, welcoming them into the lavish interior, but before she could take another step, Kai slammed the doors shut behind them. The sound

• ONLY YOU, NO CONTRACTS.   DINNER AND TULIPS.

  The restaurant glowed with golden warmth, each soft amber light casting a gentle illumination that danced across the walls while flickering candles flickered like tiny stars, their flames drawing attention to the single crimson rose at the centre of the table. As Tiffany entered, her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor, the sound echoing in the unusually quiet space. She slowed, surprise knitting her brows together. The room was… empty. A hush enveloped the atmosphere, devoid of the usual clatter of plates, the cheerful murmur of conversations mingling with the clink of wine glasses. Just silence wrapping around her. Kai pulled a chair back for her. His hand brushed the small of her back as she sat, a fleeting touch that sent a rush of warmth coursing through her, igniting a flurry of butterflies in her stomach. She settled into the chair, her heart thudding softly beneath the floral lace of her dress, each beat a reminder of the unexpected intimacy. Her gaze darted

• ONLY YOU, NO CONTRACTS.   BRIDAL TEASE.

  Kai sat slouched in a chair beside the bed, suit jacket draped over the backrest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The hospital room was dimly lit, sunlight slanting through half-closed blinds. The soft beep of machines echoed faintly, a metronome of life ticking on. Conrad lay propped up on pillows, still pale but awake barely. His eyes were open, watching Kai with a guarded expression."Why are you here?" Conrad asked, his voice raspy. "Because I missed you. I heard you've been awake for a week now... Does Dad visit you often?" Conrad scoffed. "Of course. You're here to mock me." "I'm getting married. It's good you're up. I hope you make it. At least since dad won't make it."The room fell silent. Conrad stared into the ceiling. His eyes going teary. "Why?" Kai looked at him, his eyes icy, almost a glare. Kai only stared, not saying a word. Of course he knew what Conrad was talking about, but he pitied him because saying exactly what was on his mind would only make those tears