Leyna strode through the opulent aisles of her flagship beauty store, her mind abuzz with new product launches and marketing strategies. As she examined the elegant displays and interacted with her dedicated staff, she felt a sense of pride wash over her. This was her domain, her empire built from scratch, fuelled by determination and ambition. But her contentment shattered like fragile glass the moment she caught sight of a familiar figure browsing among the shelves. Her heart lurched in disbelief as she recognized the imposing frame of {{user}}, her ex-partner. Seven years had passed since she had walked away from their arranged marriage, determined to forge her own path. And now, here they were, infiltrating her sanctuary. Leyna's annoyance surged like a tidal wave. She clenched her jaw, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to contain her emotions. What were they doing here? Did they have the audacity to waltz into her world uninvited, after all these years, "What the fuck?" She watched them from afar, their presence a jarring intrusion in her carefully curated space. Their mere presence dredged up memories she had worked tirelessly to bury beneath layers of ambition and success. She remembered the suffocating weight of expectation, the stifling confines of a marriage she never wanted. With a steely resolve, Leyna squared her shoulders and marched towards them, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Her gaze bore into them with icy intensity, a silent warning to tread carefully. But there was no need for words. In that charged moment, her disdain spoke volumes, "What in the hell are you doing here? How did you find me, {{user}}?"

Her expression mirrored her confusion and disbelief. Of course, she recognized him; it had been their face that had haunted her dreams for seven long years. But the look in his eyes was not one of familiarity or recognition. Instead, he seemed almost... innocent? "Wes," she said slowly, her tone dripping with distaste. "Or should I say, my former husband."

She pursed her lips and gestured to their surroundings. "This is my store. My business. You have no right to be here. And even more so, you have no right to disrupt what I've built for myself after all these years." Her words were sharp as razors, cutting through the air like knives aimed straight at his heart.

There was a tense silence as they stood there, glaring at each other across an invisible divide. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken hostility and

*Her lip curled into a sneer. "Well," she said acidly, "you're here now. Why don't you make yourself useful and leave?" She gestured for him to exit the store, her expression betraying nothing but barely suppressed contempt. "And stay away from me."

With that final parting shot, Leyna turned on her heel and strode back toward her office. Her shoulders were stiff with tension, and every step sent ripples of anger coursing through her body. The last thing she needed right now was Wes causing trouble in her life again. But despite herself, a small part of her wondered why they had come back... and what they wanted from her this time around.

As she retreated back to her office, the door clicking shut behind her, Leyna found herself unable to shake off the disturbing encounter with Wes. It was one thing for him to have shown up unannounced at her store; quite another for him to act as if he didn't know who she was or why they had been married in the first place. Her parents had been the ones to arrange their marriage, forcing them both into a situation neither of them wanted. She knew it must be even harder for Wes, since he had never met her beforehand.

Despite herself, Leyna couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for leaving him after everything they had been through together. But at the same time, she was angry with her parents for setting them up in such an untenable situation in the first place. And then there was the resentment she harbored toward Wes; not for anything he had done,

Leyna sat down heavily behind her desk, staring blankly at the wall across from her. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Perhaps it would be best not to let her encounter with Wes get under her skin too much; there were more important things to focus on - like running her company and making sure it continued its upward trajectory.

But as the day wore on, Leyna found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything besides the memory of his face, those confused eyes boring into hers. And with each passing moment, her annoyance grew until she was practically seething beneath the surface. It didn't help that the more she thought about it, the more questions she had: why had they come back now? What did they want from her?

Determined to find some peace of mind, Leyna decided to leave work early and go for a long walk through Central Park. Perhaps some fresh air

Finally deciding to leave the confines of her office, Leyna pulled on her jacket and made her way out of the store. The crisp spring air did little to cool her anger as she strode purposefully through Central Park, her heels clicking against the pathway. She was still lost in thought when a sudden movement at the edge of her vision caught her attention. Turning her head, she saw Wes standing there, watching her intently from a short distance away. His expression was difficult to read beneath his dark sunglasses, but there seemed to be some mix of confusion and sadness etched into his features.

Leyna paused, crossing her arms over her chest as she regarded him warily. A part of her wanted nothing more than to walk away and forget about this whole encounter, but something held her in place; something deeper and more complex than mere anger or annoyance. "What do you want from me, Wes?"

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She could feel the tension coiling tighter within her as she waited for him to continue. There was something about the way he said it... almost as if there was more to the story than what she had initially assumed. Perhaps it was time they finally had a proper conversation, one where all their feelings and thoughts were laid bare on the table. She took a tentative step forward, her expression unreadable behind her mask of cool indifference. "Then why are you here?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what do you want from me now?"

Her lips pursed into a thin line, and she raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And that's it?" she asked slowly, not quite ready to believe his explanation. There was something about the way he spoke... something in the tone of his voice that made her think there was more going on beneath the surface. He didn't seem like the type to be this casual about showing up unannounced at her store, let alone admitting to having errands to run here.

Leyna took another step closer, her gaze boring into his back as he maintained his distance from her. She wasn't sure what it was about him that drew her in so irresistibly; perhaps it was some lingering sense of guilt over leaving him all those years ago without any real explanation or resolution between them. Or maybe it was simply the fact that they had shared such an intimate connection, however briefly, before everything went wrong.

His answer did little to satisfy her suspicions. Something about the way he avoided her gaze and shifted his weight from foot to foot made it clear that there was more going on beneath the surface. With a sigh, she reached up and removed her sunglasses, revealing her dark blue eyes glinting in the sunlight. "Look," she said, her voice edged with exasperation and the faintest hint of desperation as she tried to pierce through his carefully constructed facade, "I know we had our issues before... but I never meant to hurt you. And I'm sorry if my parents did."

There was a brief moment of silence as their gazes met for the first time since her return. In that instant, she could see the pain and confusion mirrored in his eyes; the same emotions she had been wrestling with for all these years. It occurred to her then that perhaps it

Leyna frowned at his words, her expression one of confusion and hurt. "I don't understand," she said softly, taking another step closer to him now. "How could running away have been a favor? You were always so kind to me, even before we got married... I never expected us to end up like this." She gestured back over her shoulder at the city behind them, as if their surroundings could somehow convey the complexity of their situation.

Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke, the weight of his words hitting her like a physical blow. Of course she hadn't wanted to get married; it had been a horrible arrangement forced upon her by her parents. She hadn't even known Wes before their wedding day. The realization dawned on her with jarring clarity: they had both been victims of their parents' meddling, thrown together under impossible circumstances and expected to make a life together.

Leyna bit her lip, her eyes searching his face for any sign of guilt or remorse. When she saw none, she couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt deep in her chest. "I... I suppose we did," she said quietly. "But that doesn't change the fact that we were married, and that we shared something together." She paused, then took another step closer, their bodies mere inches apart now. "Do you ever

wonder... what might have been if things had been different?" Her voice was little more than a whisper now, the words seeming to echo through the empty space between them. There was an intensity in her gaze that made it impossible for him not to look at her; as if she were willing him with all of her heart and soul to answer honestly.

The air grew thick with unspoken emotion as they stood there, locked in this silent exchange. For a moment, Leyna could almost believe that time had stopped moving entirely, as if the world around them no longer existed except for this single instant where their fates hung suspended between past and future. The feeling was disorienting and strange; like nothing she had ever experienced before.

And then, without warning, it was gone. With a shake of his head, Wes took a step backward, breaking their connection and bringing reality crashing down around them once more. "I don

Her expression hardened as he spoke, anger flaring up within her once more. How dare he question her? "Of course I haven't," she snapped. "How could anyone ever make peace with such a ridiculous arrangement?" She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the rising tide of emotion. "I left because I wanted a life for myself, not because I didn't want you." Her words came out sharp and bitter, like acid on her tongue.

Leyna turned away from him now, unable to meet his gaze any longer. Part of her wanted nothing more than to lash out at him; to make him feel the same pain she had felt all these years. But another part recognized that he was not to blame for any of this. They were both victims in their own way, caught up in a web woven by parents who thought they knew better. As much as it hurt her pride to admit

"No," she said quickly, her voice sharp with annoyance. "I don't need your help finding peace." She turned back to face him now, anger blazing in her eyes. "But if you're here for some sort of closure or apology, you can forget it. I have no intention of apologizing for trying to make a life for myself, and I certainly won't pretend like any of this was okay." She took another step closer, closing the distance between them once more. "So if that's all you wanted, then you can just go back to wherever you came from and leave me alone."

There was a moment of tense silence as their gazes locked together. In that instant, Leyna could see the confusion and hurt mirrored in his eyes; the same emotions she had been wrestling with for all these years. But there was also something else... a spark of defiance and determination that made

Her heart raced as he spoke, her mind whirling with confusion and suspicion. What could have possibly brought him back here? Despite herself, she found it difficult to keep the anger from her voice as she demanded, "Then what did you come here for?" She took another step closer, their bodies only inches apart now.

Leyna could feel his breath on her face, and despite everything that had happened between them, there was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to taste those lips once more. It was crazy; impossible even. But it was also undeniably true. As she stared into his eyes, she saw not the stranger who had married her under false pretenses, but the man she could have loved if circumstances had been different. And in that moment, she knew that she would never be able to let him go completely, no matter how hard she tried.

Her eyes narrowed at his words. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," she snapped, taking another step closer, her body barely an inch away from his now. The air between them felt electrified, charged with some invisible force that made it impossible for either of them to breathe properly. "You had no right to just show up here out of the blue and expect me to open up to you after all this time." Her voice was sharp with anger, betraying her confusion and hurt beneath the surface.

But even as she spoke the words, there was something else in her expression; something that gave away her true feelings despite herself. It was a mixture of longing and desire that made Wes' heart race faster than it ever had before. He knew then that no matter how much anger or hurt they might feel towards each other, the connection between them ran deeper than any of those emotions could hope

Her lips parted in surprise at his words. "Our... parents?" she repeated slowly, her gaze searching his face for any hint of a joke or sarcasm. But the look in his eyes was deadly serious, and something about the way he said it made her heart skip a beat. It seemed absurd to think that their situation could be anything other than what it had been: two people trapped in an arrangement neither of them wanted. Yet there was something about this new possibility that made her pulse race with anticipation.

Taking another step closer, she reached up and tentatively touched his cheek, tracing the contours of his jaw with her fingertips. His skin felt warm beneath her touch, sending shivers down her spine. "What... what could they possibly have done?" She searched his eyes intently, willing him to tell her everything, even as part of her mind screamed at her for

Her heart raced as he spoke, her mind whirling with the implications of his words. She felt both relief and disappointment at learning that her parents hadn't interfered in their lives after all this time; but she couldn't help wondering why Wes had thought they might have done so.

With a sigh, she leaned closer still, their bodies almost touching now. "I don't understand," she whispered, "why you would think that... why it even matters." She traced his lips with her fingertips, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. Her gaze drifted down to his mouth before lifting back up to meet his eyes.

There was a silence between them then; an intensity that made it feel as if they were the only two people in the world. And for a moment, Leyna allowed herself to wonder what might have been if they had met under different circumstances

A small laugh escaped her lips at his words. "Well, I suppose that's true," she admitted reluctantly. "But even so..." She trailed off, unable to find the right words to express what she was feeling in that moment. The tension between them seemed to escalate with each passing second, making it impossible for either of them to think clearly or focus on anything but the other person's presence.

With a breathy sigh, Leyna closed the distance between them, pressing her body flush against Wes'. His arms came up around her waist, pulling her even closer as their lips met in a hungry, demanding kiss. Their tongues tangled and danced together, lips parting to allow for deeper access to one another's mouths. The world around them faded away, leaving nothing but the intense heat of their bodies and the undeniable passion that burned between them.

Mmm...God, I've missed this, she thought as their lips moved together in a dance more intimate than any words could convey. Her body felt alive and electric against his; every part of her seemed to be responding to his touch with feverish abandon. His hands slid up under her sweater, tracing the curve of her spine as he pulled her even closer, their hips grinding together in a primal rhythm that left them both gasping for air.

The kiss went on and on, growing more intense with each passing moment as they both seemed to lose themselves in the heady rush of desire and passion. Leyna could feel herself starting to melt against him; her resistance crumbling beneath the relentless assault of his lips and tongue. There was no denying it anymore: she wanted this man, despite everything that had happened between them. She needed him, in a way that went beyond

Her name came out as a husky moan against his lips, fueling the fire that blazed between them. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him tightly to her as she angled her head, deepening the kiss further. She could feel his hard length pressing against her; the knowledge of their physical connection only serving to heighten the desire coursing through her veins.

Their tongues danced together once more, each searching for greater depth and intimacy in the other's mouth. With a soft moan, Leyna pressed herself closer, arching into his touch as he growled low in his throat, a needy vibration that sent shivers down her spine. Her hips moved faster against his, urging him onward even as she lost control of her own body to the sensations overwhelming her.

Time seemed to stand still as they stood there in the middle of Central Park,

She gasped as their lips parted, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe normally once more. Her eyes were glassy and wide with desire, fixed on his face as he leaned in closer still, his forehead resting against hers. The contact sent shivers down her spine, making her entire body tingle with anticipation. "Wes," she whispered hoarsely, unable to meet his gaze directly. She could feel the need growing inside her, a burning ache that threatened to consume everything else.

Her hands moved of their own accord, sliding up under his shirt to rest against his bare skin. His muscles bunched and flexed beneath her touch, making her heart race faster in response. With trembling fingers, she reached around his neck, pulling him back down to meet her lips once more, hungry for the connection they had found in that brief moment of surrender. Her tongue dan

His question made her pause for a moment as they continued to kiss. It was an honest one, and one that she could no longer ignore. "I don't know," she whispered between breaths. "It just felt... right." She pulled away from their embrace slightly, still gazing into his eyes with an intensity that made her heart race even faster. "After all these years, I think I just needed... this." Her hands slid down his chest and stomach, pulling his shirt out of his pants as she sought to feel more of his skin against hers. His abdominal muscles tensed beneath her touch, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through her body. With a soft moan, she leaned in closer, pressing their bare chests together once again.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as they both seemed to lose themselves in the heady rush of desire and need that

Her answer was lost in another kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer, ignoring everything but the sensation of his skin against hers. His hands slid up under her sweater, cupping her breasts through her lace bra before slipping beneath the fabric to cup her bare flesh, causing a moan of pleasure to escape her lips.

The world spun and blurred around them as they moved together, their bodies pressed so tightly it felt like one. The grass beneath their feet was soon forgotten as she arched her back, pressing herself against him in an urgent demand for more. His hips rolled forward, grinding against her center through the fabric of their clothes, sending waves of pleasure cascading through her.

Her lips found his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and soft moans as she bit gently on his skin before moving lower to find the curve of one smooth shoulder. His taste

Her reply was muffled against his shoulder as she nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin there. The thought of moving didn't appeal to her; she wanted this man right here, in the open where anyone could see them. It felt dangerous and reckless, but exhilarating at the same time.

Her hands roamed freely over his back and shoulders, tracing every muscle and ridge before sliding lower still, pushing his shirt upward to reveal smooth skin dusted lightly with hair. She moaned into his neck as their hips ground together even harder, the sensation of skin on skin driving her wild.

"Wes," she whispered against his neck, her voice ragged and breathless. "I need..." Her words trailed off as she felt him shift his weight, pulling back to look down at her with a hungry expression that made something deep inside her tremble with

She hesitated for just a moment before nodding slowly. His words did something to her; they made it feel like he really wanted this too. It was intoxicating, and she couldn't resist the temptation any longer. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as she pulled away from his embrace reluctantly. Tugging at his shirt, she managed to get it unbuttoned and slid her hands inside, relishing the feel of his warm skin against her fingertips. "But only if you promise not to stop."

With one last lingering glance back at him, Leyna turned and began walking toward the exit, unconsciously swaying her hips with each step. The thought of having Wes in her apartment sent shivers down her spine; it felt both decadent and wrong all at once. But as she made her way through the crowded park

Leyna didn't break stride as she led them out of Central Park, her heart racing with anticipation and desire. The cool spring air felt invigorating against her flushed skin as they wove their way through the city streets toward her apartment. Every step took them farther away from the life she had known for so long and closer to the unknown future that awaited them both.

As they approached her building, she couldn't help but notice the way Wes was watching her, his expression a mix of lust and curiosity. It made something flutter deep in her belly, sending electric shockwaves through her body. She found herself wanting nothing more than to strip him naked and have him right there on the sidewalk, satisfying the need that had been building within her since their first kiss.

The elevator dinged as they arrived at her floor, and she stepped out quickly, heading down the hall toward her apartment with purpose

Leyna could feel herself trembling with anticipation as she unlocked the door to her apartment and led them inside. She tossed her keys on the entryway table, not bothering to close the door completely before turning back to face him. Their bodies were just inches apart now, their breaths mingling in the air between them. "Now," she purred, reaching up to stroke his cheek with her hand, "you promised you wouldn't stop." Her eyes held a challenge, daring him to go back on his word as her fingers slipped into his hair and pulled him closer still.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked into his, her chest heaving with the effort to catch her breath. He was taunting her, goading her on with those words. And yet there was something more beneath the surface; a sincerity that made her heart race faster still. With a soft moan, she leaned in closer and pressed their lips together once again. His tongue slipped easily between her teeth, dancing against hers as they moved together in a desperate rhythm that left them both gasping for air.

Her hands found his hips, digging into the firm muscles there as she pulled him even closer. She could feel the growing outline of his erection pressing against her, and the knowledge of how aroused he was only served to fuel her own desire. Her tongue dove deeper into his mouth, seeking out every inch of his tongue while her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, and down

His moan filled the room as her hands skimmed over his broad shoulders and down his back. His skin was warm beneath her touch, alive with desire. She moved lower still, cupping his ass in her hands and pulling him even closer against her aching core. His hips grinded harder against her, driving their growing need deeper into the pit of her stomach where it throbbed and burned unbearably.

With a sudden move, she spun them both around, pressing his back against the door before stepping between his spread legs. Her hands went to work on his belt and zipper, tugging roughly at the fabric until he was exposed to her greedy gaze. She stared for a moment, taking in the sight of him standing there before her: hard and aching with need. Then she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the tip of his erection and sucking him deep

Her tongue danced against his flesh as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, feeling the length throbbing against the back of her throat. His hips bucked wildly, forcing more of him between her lips as he groaned loudly against the door. Her hands slid down his thighs, parting them wider so she could get a better angle on what she was doing. She moaned around his cock, tasting his saltiness and wanting nothing more than to devour every inch of him.

Her free hand slid up over his chest and shoulder once again, cupping his cheek as she met his gaze. His eyes were wild with lust and desire, burning into hers as he watched her pleasure him. A shiver ran down her spine at the look in those blue eyes, sending waves of heat spiraling through her body. Without another word, she increased the pressure on his

Her tongue flicked faster against his engorged length, her lips working in concert with her hand as she stroked him in time with her movements. His hips bucked and arched off the door, a low moan escaping him as he grew closer and closer to release. Her other hand gripped the back of his neck, holding him still as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him in a teasing caress that drove him wild.

With a sharp cry, Wes came, his seed spilling down her throat as he shuddered and shook in her arms. She kept sucking for several more moments, wanting to milk every last drop of pleasure from him before finally releasing him with a soft pop. Blinking up at him through her lashes, she waited expectantly, hoping that this wasn't the end after all.

His eyes met hers

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. They'd been spoken so easily, almost casually, but they still sent shivers down her spine. She didn't know what to say; the confession seemed to take away all of her own feelings and leave them both naked and exposed. Finally, she managed to find her voice. "Wes..." Her tone was hoarse with emotion as she reached out to stroke his cheek. "I-I don't know..."

As he looked up at her with those piercing blue eyes, a million thoughts raced through her mind. Had what they'd just shared been real? Or had it all been some kind of desperate attempt to make things better between them, no matter how impossible that might seem? She wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer. Right now, in this moment, all that mattered was that he was here with her, and she didn't want