Seducing the Playboy
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air caught the dim light, each strand seeming to dance in the gentle breeze. Handing our car keys to the valet, I leaned in close and whispered playfully, my breath tickling her ear, "You're so incredibly beautifu
ly eager to meet you tonight." Her words were laced with a hint of mischief, and I couldn't help but smile at her playful demeanor. I sighed deeply as the fans rushed towards me, their excitement palpable, their voices rising in a cacophony o
ed a cheek signature, which thankfully didn't escalate into anything more inappropriate, but still left me feeling slightly uncomfortable. Realizing I needed a break from the overwhelming attention, I gently excused myself from the crowd, ta
a stunningly tight dress that accentuated her curves in all the right places. I felt a strong attraction towards her, a spark I tried hard to ignore as I focused on my wife instead, attempting to push the inappropriate thoughts from my mind. To my surprise, my wife spotted the lady and rushed o
ered. I noticed there were no other men around, which made me feel a bit more comfortable approaching her, my curiosity piqued by her mysterious demeanor. I walked over to Portia and, in a friendly gesture, kissed her
w. Or should I call you Mr. Famous? I saw all those fans crowding around you earlier." Her words we
said, "Well, I guess both names could work just fine." I tried to maintain an air of nonchalanc
"Oh, you have quite an ego, don't you?" Her words cut through the air like a knife, an
ing in my mind, but later, I would come to understand her perspective much be
night, ensuring that everything was up to his exacting standards. Turning around, I saw a man who appeared taller, broader, and undoubtedly more attractive than I was, his chiseled features and perfectly styled hair a stark con
rtia had been in a relationship with for that entire year, a realization that made my stomach churn with unease. A wave of jealousy washed over me as I struggled to suppress my feelings, the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head.
w clench with barely contained envy. Portia proudly added that he was a well-known businessman in the area, her voice filled with admiration and respect for his accomplishments. I couldn't help b
in this sea of uncertainty. But Lucas just shook his head and smiled at Portia, his eyes filled with a love that made my heart ache, saying it was their night too, a statement that left me reeling
ft, ethereal glow. In an unexpected moment of drama, Lucas dropped down on one knee, his movements graceful and purposeful, pulled out a huge diamond ring from his pocket, the gem sparkling like a star in the night sky, and asked Portia to marry him, his vo
marry you! She has a family, and we need to investigate you first. I don't like you already!" My voice was filled with a desperate an
t. My wife whispered, her voice trembling, "What are you saying?" Her words were filled with a hurt that cut me
me and start this night anew. But to my surprise, Portia responded to Lucas, her voice calm and measured, saying, "Well, my brother-in-law does
ocket, a sign of his unwavering commitment to her. He pointed a finger at me, his eyes narrowing with a warning glare, saying with a warning tone, "I don't like you either. Just know,
did I feel such anger and jealousy, a desperate urge to whisk Portia away from that place, to claim her as my own? I had no clear answers, my mind a jumbled mess of conflicting thoughts and desires. All I knew for certain was tha