My dad passed away, leaving me a massive inheritance and this huge, empty mansion. Every morning, I'd wake up feeling totally empty inside. My body craved touch, my heart even emptier. Gazing in the mirror at my tempting curves, but who was there to hold me? To ignite that spark?
Then he showed up. Dominic, my personal trainer. Built like a god, with ripped muscles and eyes that burned right through me. During our first session, his hands gripped my waist, his breath hot against my ear. "Relax, babe," he said, "let me help you let go." I shivered. Afterward, in the locker room, we kissed—hard. His lips were fierce, hands exploring every inch. "You want me this bad?" he whispered.
We got tangled up everywhere—on the couch, the floor, by the pool. He drove me to ecstasy again and again, making me feel truly alive. Finally, I felt like I could breathe. But his ex, Sienna, kept showing up. The way she eyed me, with that sly, mysterious smile... Was this just the beginning?
