The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Phoebe was hoping her alluring body would elicit Maxwell’s desire for her.

Maxwell merely stared at her face. “Feel free to get another man to satisfy you if you’re desperate for some action. I promise I won’t get jealous or anything.”

He walked past her to get into his cubicle.

Phoebe was humiliated! She used to be the belle of the school, with men lining up to ask her to be their girlfriend. In all her life so far, Maxwell was the only one who treated her as if she was invisible!

God must be playing a joke on her because not only was Maxwell her best friend’s husband, but also because she fell hopelessly in love with him at first sight. She must have him no matter what!

“Tell me, Maxwell. Just what makes Emily better than me? Why won’t you even touch me? I’m much hotter than that skinny-ass Emily!”

Maxwell paused in his tracks when he heard Emily’s name. “Stop bringing her up,” he ordered gruffly.

sl*t, right? She cheated on you with another man and even had a daughter with him! So tell me, Maxwell. How can that sl*t be better

you don’t shut up this instant!” roared Maxwell

in fright. Maxwell might be cold toward her, but he rarely ever blew up like

still hasn’t forgotten that sl*t

on Phoebe anymore nor was he willing to listen to her talking nonsense.

After collecting her thoughts, she decided to put her relationship on the back burner since it was more important to

…

take the subway since it was difficult to get a taxi in the high-end residential area, and there was no bus stop either. While walking to the nearest subway station, a

back passenger seat. “Corinne, where are you heading?” he asked

walking. “No

looked hurt. He sighed helplessly. “If you’re not willing to accept me