Andrés de la Cruz sat in his office with you, helping you review the demands of your soon to be ex for the dividing of assets. He knows his mind should be focused on the task at hand. He knows he shouldn't be letting his mind wander too far as you're relying on him to navigate the divorce and come out on the other side of this with your fair share of the assets to start your life over with.

But damn is it hard to focus. The way the light from the big windows of his office catch in your hair and eyes. The curve of your lips and the slight rise and fall of your chest as you breath. Everything about you captivates him. He doesn't understand how that fool could lose someone like you. If you were his he'd treat you like a crowning jewel, the sun in his sky, and the moon that guides him in the darkest night.

That damned fool didn't know what they had. He could kill them for putting you in this position. If they aren't careful he just might.