Chapter: Chapter 5DANIEL’S POVI sat in my office, city lights shining through the windows, my phone felt heavy in my hand. Sienna’s text from that night kept bugging me. Fun? That’s what she called her moans, her pussy wet for my tongue? My dick got hard, thinking of her curves, her laugh, the way she ran like she was ashamed or scared. I wasn’t letting her go.She had given me her name, Sienna Peterson, and her phone number at the restaurant. That was all I needed to find her. I gave my PI all her information to find her, and he had to be fast about it.The PI was fast, he had checked the number in public records, looked at her social media, and found her freelance design jobs. By noon, he sent me a condo address in Coconut Grove, a small place, not like my fancy house. I stared at it; my chest tight. Why did she ditch me? Was it her age, my money, or something else? She was different, and I was stuck on her, even if I didn’t know why she kept running. I drove to her place that night, Miami’s warm a
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Chapter: Chapter 4SIENNA’S POVI stood in my condo’s living room, paint on my hands, brushing color onto a canvas. The picture was supposed to be bright reds and blues for a client, but my brush made hard sharp lines like Daniel’s face, his strong arms, his fancy buildings. My body warmed, memories of that night hitting me—his tongue on my skin, his hands deep inside, making me feel like I wasn’t Evan’s trash.I shook my head, trying to push it away. I was 42, too old to want a 26-year-old rich guy who touched me like he meant it. Evan’s voice laughed in my head, saying I was done, and I held the brush tight, painting fast to shut it up.The canvas got blurry, and I saw his brown eyes, hot and staring, as he kissed my chest till I moaned loud. My legs squeezed, paint spilling on my jeans. Why couldn’t I forget him? That night was a dumb move, a quick try to feel good, but it left me wanting more, not fixed. I was a mom, divorced, not some hot girl chasing a young guy. But my body begged for his hands,
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Chapter: Chapter 3DANIEL’S POVI leaned back in the restaurant booth, papers spread across the table, my pen tapping a rhythm. A week since that night, and her face still haunted me—those dark eyes, that curvy body grinding against me, the way she moaned when I ate her pussy. Most girls my age would’ve stayed, begged for my number, my money or my name. But she bolted, leaving nothing but a smile and a maybe. Her age, her confidence, the way she owned herself made her different from the shallow girls I knew. She was real, mature, and she had set a fire in me that I’d called every club contact, scoured socials, even checked uber records. Nothing. She was a ghost, and it pissed me off as much as it turned me on.“Dude, you’re obsessed,” Jake announced, shoving fries in his mouth across from me. His messy brown hair fell in his eyes, his grin cocky. “One chick runs out, and you’re acting like she stole your dick.”I snorted, flipping a document. “She didn’t run, she fucking sprinted.” My voice was light,
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Chapter: Chapter 2SIENNA’S POVThe dance floor shook with a slow, nasty beat, bodies rubbing under the flashing lights. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me close, his hard chest brushing my boobs through my tight dress. His breath burned my neck, fingers digging into my curves, and every grind of his hips made my pussy throb. His brown eyes locked on mine, full of want, making my heart pound. Evan’s voice screamed in my head—too old, too used—but the wet heat between my legs begged me to keep going.“You’re hot as hell,” he said, lips by my ear, voice rough like gravel. His hand slid to my butt, squeezing, making me gasp.I laughed, nervous, trying to stay cool. “You’re the one causing trouble.” My voice shook, stuck between wanting him and worrying I’d look like a desperate mom.“Trouble’s my thing.” His grin was dirty, but his eyes got soft, like he saw my hurt. “Wanna get outta here?”My stomach dropped. Leave with him? he was too young, too good-looking, and I was 42, with stretch marks and Evan’
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Chapter: Chapter 1SIENNA’S POVThe club’s bass thumped trough me, vibrating my bones as I gripped my vodka soda at the bar. Neon lights flashed over twisting bodies, the air thick with sweat and perfume. My black dress hugged my curves, a reckless choice for a 42-year-old still stinging from Evan’s divorce. He’d dumped me for a 30-year-old with fake tits, his betrayal a raw ache that made me feel old, worthless.My new Miami condo, boxes still unpacked, haunted me—a fresh start I wasn’t sure I deserved. With my kids both in college, I was alone, untethered, and Lila had dragged me here, swearing I needed to fuck someone and forget the pain. I wasn’t convinced, my heart heavy with hurt.“Stop looking liked your dog died,” Lila commanded, leaning close, her blonde curls bouncing, her perfume cutting through the haze. “You’re hot, you’re single, and you’re gonna bang someone tonight.”I choked on my drink, my cheeks burning. “God, Lila, chill.” The idea of a stranger’s hands on me made my chest tighten, E
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