HIM:
She caught my eye when she shouldn’t have. Too young. Too untouched for a man like me. But something about her—the way she watched me, the way she trembled—itched under my skin. I told myself I’d keep my distance. Then she smiled.
And now?
Now I’m divorcing my wife.
HER:
I saw him. Studied him. Waited for him.
And now? Now he’s mine.
His hands, his money, his reputation—all wrapped around my finger.
He thinks I’m Daddy’s perfect little toy.
But he’s wrong.
I’m not here to love him.
I’m here to burn.
