The Wrong Woman

It turned out Phoebe had never harbored such intentions from the start.

Cole couldn't shake the feeling that they were back to square one, almost as though he had lost his girlfriend.

Turning toward Phoebe's car, Cole called out, "Phoebe, how much longer do you need to think about it? Can you give me an answer within the next half-hour?" Feeling troubled, he pulled out his phone and sent her a message. "Could you give me an answer before tonight? I won't be able to sleep otherwise."

Cole sighed heavily in anguish, his head hanging low as he trudged back to his car. He couldn't help but feel dejected as he began inspecting it once again. Meanwhile, Mila went up the stairs and pushed open the door to her bedroom. Removing her coat, she scanned the room and noticed the glass door leading to the balcony slightly ajar.

Just then, Nathan walked in, closing the door behind him and drawing the curtains. Approaching Mila, he said gently, "Welcome back, Chubs."

Mila moved closer to him, her voice filled with excitement. "Nate, I have something interesting to tell you about Cole and Phoebe_"

Before she could finish, Nathan swiftly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into a warm embrace. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers in a tender kiss.

"Mmm?" Mila was momentarily surprised by Nathan's sudden and passionate kiss, her hands pushing against his sturdy chest.

against the wall. With a firm grip, he held her hands above her head, intensifying the kiss with passion. His kiss exuded authority, leaving Mila captivated and unable to resist as her body yielded to his touch. She gave in to his embrace, feeling her limbs lose their strength with each passing moment. Nathan's exploration of Mila's lips and

and suggestive sounds of their kisses, Mila's shy

slipping under her

her desires pulsing through her body, unable to

Mila's lips, tracing a path over her cheeks before delving deeply into the hollow of her

"Nate, what are you doing? It's... it's not even

by desire,

whispered, "I've missed you so

a sponge. If Nathan were to release his grip, she feared she would simply collapse to the ground, her legs unable to support

to speak, Nathan silenced her with

strength to resist, yet deep down, she had no inclination to do so. She