A Second Chance at Love (A Woman Scorned, Part 1)

t I stay the night in his guest room since I was new in town and obviously could not sleep in my place without all of the things that I led him to believe I didn’t hav

night and the next day. The most important item on that list was the sexy, spaghetti-strapped satin gown I brought about a year ago to seduce my soon-to-be ex-husband but never had the opportunity to wear. I am definitely wearing it tonight, though. I made sure t

hicle, and he asked what I was doing. I told him I planned to trail him, but he insisted I ride in the vehicle with him. Although it was a nice gesture, I explained that I felt more comfortable riding in my own vehicl

ate, a little of the sauce dripped onto my cleavage. I saw him look as it dripped down. As I went to get a napkin to wipe it away, he asked if he could get it. He moved a little closer and began to wipe away the sauce. He then looked into my eyes for a few seconds before leaning forward and kissing me. After the initial shock of it, I began to kiss him back. That kiss was EVERYTHING. It