Kyle wants it all…
Kyle Stuyvesant doesn’t believe in love and romance. His parents taught him there’s no such thing as forever, and he took the lesson to heart. After all, there’s only one woman who ever tempted him to want more than one hot night together. Fortunately for his convictions, she’s married to another guy. Problem solved—until Lauren’s husband cheats and Kyle isn’t just the bearer of bad news, but the man she calls for comfort.
Lauren demands his all…
After Lauren’s marriage implodes, she wants to lose herself in pleasure. Who knows that territory better than Kyle, who once seduced her completely? Lauren never forgot that wonderful night and, now that she’s suddenly single, Kyle’s rule of no love or romance has a new appeal. All she wants is satisfaction, but when Kyle realizes he needs more, will he be able to convince Lauren to take a chance on forever again, this time with him?
A little more than three weeks after Kyle had given her the news, Lauren stood in Times Square, letting the city flow around her. For the better part of a month, she’d felt raw, but now she felt empty.
Desolate.
Lonely. Marriage had turned out to be an exercise in futility and she felt stupid for her optimism. It was bad enough to have wasted five years on a man who didn’t deserve her respect, and to have tied up her dreams with a husband who clearly didn’t share them, much less intend to fulfill them. It was a slice of hell to be alone and single again on a perfect summer evening in New York.
But the worst part was that she felt like an idiot for believing in happily-ever-after in the first place.
Weren’t dreams supposed to come true if you believed?
Lauren couldn’t stay in the apartment. She didn’t want to eat alone in a restaurant. She didn’t want a date, a walk, a coffee, or a gossip with a girlfriend. She’d thought she might go to a movie alone but hadn’t been able to choose from the ones playing at the multiplex. She didn’t want to spend the money on a show, given that she might not really see it.
She supposed it wasn’t an accident that she ended up standing across the square from the enormous poster of Kyle. Twenty stories high, he was more gorgeous than in real life. Lauren wouldn’t have believed it possible, but she’d checked on the billboard multiple times in the past few days, just to be sure. He looked like the perennial surfer boy, his hair tousled and his skin wet, a laugh just beginning to curve his lips. Honestly, she could see the twinkle in his eyes even from here.
Get wet at F5F.
Didn’t she wish.
Lauren remembered the weight of those hands on her skin as if it had been yesterday, not more than twelve years ago.
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Italian
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Translated by Gaia Bordandini Baldassarri
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Juliana Chiavagatti Grade
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Spanish
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