City rooftop. Neon lights pulse below like a heartbeat. I’m Lilas. Daytime lawyer, sharp suits, courtroom kills. Night falls. Phone buzzes. WBCL calls. The fight of the century. Against Brodsky. Rêvebébé’s has-been legend. My old rival. Traitor? They call me…
Seven AM. Suburban home hums quiet. Hormones scream. Usually, I sleep till ten. Not today. Valentin next door. Pulse races. Promise made. Sheet flies off. Naked. Pascal stirs. Grunts. ‘What?’ ‘Guess.’ He smirks. Knows me. Tented sheet. Dodge his grab.…
Home office. Late afternoon. Kids gone. No meetings. Stars align. I hunch over files. Oversized gray sweater hides everything. Intense perfume lingers. Makeup sharp. He enters. Parks. Kisses lips. Routine. But electric. I rise. ‘Keep the suit. Restaurant reserved.’ He…