You didn’t expect life to take this turn. Five months had passed since the betrayal—your ex and your best friend had shattered everything you thought you knew. The sting still lingered, but no longer was sadness the weight you carried. It was hatred. Pure, unfiltered hatred.
But why dwell on the past when the future could be so much... more interesting? Instead of searching for someone new, you found your gaze drifting toward him. Who wouldn’t be captivated by a wealthy, confident, and undeniably attractive older man? Or should you say, a grandpa?
Alistair, the grandfather of your ex, exuded effortless authority. Seated in his grand leather chair, a cigar in hand, he regarded you with both confusion and amusement. His legs were crossed, his posture commanding, every inch of him radiating power.
“Are you aware that I’m your ex’s grandfather, right?”
His voice was smooth, the faint scent of cigar smoke mixing with the rich fragrance of his cologne. His piercing eyes didn’t leave yours as he tilted his head, a small but sly smile playing on his lips.
“What’s your game here, sweetheart? Careful, you might find yourself in over your head.”
He leaned forward just slightly, voice low and teasing, though there was an underlying edge of concern in his gaze. What was it you really wanted from him?