Prompted by: Matt
This woman is gonna be the death of me.
All I wanted to do was list the damn house. All I wanted to do was get a good offer. All I wanted to do was finalize the divorce. All I wanted to do was move on with my life. And now…
I might be done for.
Because all I want is her.
She isn’t even a conventional beauty.
My (soon-to-be-ex) wife was a conventional beauty. Tall. Blonde. Absolutely perfect. No, I’m not exaggerating. Every last inch of her was perfect. Perfect body. Perfect hair. Perfect teeth. Perfect everything.
We were an ideal match.
Until I fell asleep at the wheel and wrapped my Benz around a tree.
Then we weren’t such an ideal match anymore.
Apparently, models who walk runways for a living aren’t too keen on men who can’t walk period.
Who would’ve guessed?
In any case, she isn’t a conventional beauty. Short. Brunette. Far from perfect. Too many curves in some areas. Too few curves in others.
And too f*cking gorgeous for words.
I watch her gather up the paperwork and tuck everything into a manila folder before sliding a card across the table.
Reaching for it, I say, “It’s been a pleasure doing business…”
“Actually,” she cuts me off, “I’d rather not do business at all.”
Yeah, this woman is definitely gonna to be the death of me.
What’s the prompt for next week, guys?
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