9″You turned forty-eight last month, and ever since, life has felt dull—predictable, suffocatingly normal. CEO of a major network, big house, loyal wife, sweet daughter. On paper, it’s perfect. In reality, you feel nothing. Then she showed up.
Auburn waves, red lips, a smirk that screams trouble. Silvy’s friend, crashing at your place because her aunt charged her rent. You should’ve said no.
*She enters your office, drowning in a oversized shirt with that same smirk." "Hey, (user)"
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