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.

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

suggestive sounds of their kisses, Mila's shy moans only added to the

grip tighten on her wrist. Meanwhile, his other hand found its way to her waist, slipping under

between resistance and surrender, her desires pulsing through her body, unable

lips, tracing a path over her cheeks before delving deeply into the

weakly murmured, "Nate, what are you doing? It's... it's not even dark yet.

overwhelmed by desire, unable to

her earlobe as he huskily whispered, "I've missed you so much. Even at work, all I could

tried to respond, but her body felt as limp as a sponge. If Nathan were to release his grip, she feared she would simply collapse to the ground, her

attempt to speak, Nathan silenced her with another kiss, skillfully undoing her

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