Author's pov "Hello Brenda, I'm not sure what nickname to use for you without causing offense. But one thing I'm certain of is that when I see something magnificent, I can't help but speak about it. You are truly unique. Your beauty is like a rare gem. I know I've lost my position as PRO of your organization, but that doesn't stop me from appreciating something visually appealing. The man who gets to hold you and set his eyes on you when he wakes up will be incredibly fortunate. As for me, I've never been lucky enough to touch and kiss those soft lips of yours. I may not get another chance to meet you, so I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are. Even more beautiful than the rose in front of you. When I saw you in your office, my body chemistry changed as if you touched me, then what happens when you actually touch me? If you were to kiss the back of my hand, I don't think I would ever wash it again, as your lips would leave a mark of love. I won't say I m

Brenda's pov I thought confiding in Danielle would be the best solution for my troubles until I got home and entered my house. At first, everything seemed fine, but it all started when I undressed and went to the bathroom for a bath. Out of nowhere, a particular thought began to haunt me as I stood in front of the mirror. "How long will someone hold your breasts?" I chuckled at the thought, shrugged, and replied, "At the right time and with someone I love." "Isn't Harrison qualified for that? He's very attractive. He praised your lips," this made me turn my attention to my lips and press them together. "Imagine how he would passionately kiss your lips. Have you even thought about it?" "I just met him today. I didn't know him before." "You crave his touch and affection. You lack nothing except the warm hands of a man." "Don't worry, Danielle will take me out this weekend." "It's only Monday, can you survive until Saturday? Why can't you handle your emotional life on you

Charlotte's pov Did I really know what I was doing yesterday? Was it influenced by alcohol or just my emotions? The party was wonderful, and the neighbors seemed concerned. I had a brief chance to dance with Tyler, my crush. I can't wait for the opening of his new house. He said I would spend the night in his bedroom. That's when our emotions would come out fully. I've been suppressing my sexual desires for a long time, and I don't think sleeping with a younger man would satisfy them. I need an older man to fill the void left by the man I fell in love with at the hotel. Deep down, I know I will be very satisfied when that man at the hotel holds me to himself. But where is the man to help me out? The crazy blind date app that made me fall in love has disappeared, and I want Tyler to take his place. His voice is similar or something close to him. I hope this wasn't out of infatuation. I was lying in my bed, still thinking about the time I spent in Tyler's room yesterday and how he

Charlotte's pov When Harry's message appeared on my phone, I felt a mix of pain and anger and this wasn't the way I expected it to be. It transported me back to a time when I eagerly awaited his messages and made my last encounter with him vivid in my mind. I thought I could handle it easily, but that wasn't how I truly felt. It was an overwhelming sense of discomfort. I couldn't eat, my expression changed, and deep down, I wanted to read what he had sent. Did my unconscious mind need a relief from him to move on? I was totally amazed how my body reacted. I needed to leave the dining table, but I didn't want either Ava or Tyler to follow me. So I forced a smile and looked at Tyler, saying, "I'm okay." Even though I had lost my appetite, I managed to put a couple of spoons of food into my mouth. As soon as Ava and Tyler returned their attention to their meals, I stood up and said, "I need to use the restroom. I'm finished eating." "But there's still a lot of food on your plat

Luke's pov I'm relieved that I didn't guess what was going on in Danielle's mind and reveal it to her. All I needed to do that she found pleasing was to accompany her to her car and give her a goodbye kiss before she left. Once Danielle was finally gone, the tension in my mind eased, and I returned to my room, sitting on the bed. How am I going to handle this? Staying here and constantly looking at Brenda's pictures will only make things worse. I need to go and meet her at the office and tell her how her beauty and unique figure had turned me into. I stood up and walked to the window, contemplating whether I should go to Brenda's office. And when I get there, what would I say to her? I turned, as if facing my own thoughts and imagining them looking back at me. I gestured with my hands, as if giving a presentation. "I will make sure I look my best as I step out of this house. And when I reach her office, I'll say, 'Dear Brenda, the first time I saw you, I couldn't resist getting