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smoking, but today qualified as bad enough to fall back on the habit. Digging the lighter out of his pocket, he lit a cigarette. The sweet smell of tobacco immediately melted the tension from his shoulders. The smoke drifted to the closed balcony door connected to Mikayla’s room. He huddled in a corner away from the door.
    A rush of other emotions replaced his tension. A knot formed in his stomach. How could he have been so fooled by Angelica? His mom’s warnings that she was a gold digger echoed in his brain. But since her divorce, his mom believed most young and beautiful women were gold diggers.
    Angelica waltzed into his life with her five nine height, supermodel looks, amazing sex, and a slight Parisian accent was the cherry on top. She played his body and ego, like a violin in the hands of a professional violinist. That’s all it took to keep him happy. Love wasn’t real. He’d seen that long before his parents split up. But a wife, and eventually children, would go a long way to securing the future of C.E.S.
    Marriage was just another business arrangement. Angelica wouldn’t have brought any real connections to the family, but the moment she batted cat like eyes, the blood in his brain rushed to his dick and decided on the trophy wife. Andre strutted like a peacock with her on his arm and accepted the praise and envious looks from other guys with pride.
    He took another drag of the cigarette. Bullshit built their relationship and he deserved to lose her. He wasn’t hurt by their split. Pissed off, yes, but not hurt. Luckily she’d revealed her true colors before he’d given her the ring in his bag. A cynical laugh escaped him and echoed in the night. That could have been his wife in the closet instead of his girlfriend.
    His nose tingled from the cold. He took one last drag of the cigarette when the curtains along the door leading to the bedroom twitched. Mikayla slid the dark blue fabric back. Her glare was fierce but not as fierce as the halo of her body in the lamplight from the room. His breathing hitched. She may not have Angelica’s exotic looks, but she more than made up for the lack of glamor with down home southern girl attraction. The curves he’d wondered about were on full display in her pajamas: thick thighs, round ass, small waist, and full breasts. He blew out a lungful of smoke and tugged on the front of his sweatpants.
    The easiest way to forget a woman is between the legs of another. The thought whispered in his brain, but he dismissed it. Or tried to anyway. She seemed like a nice woman, so for once, he’d play the nice guy.
    “I smelled smoke.” She said after sliding back the glass door.
    “If the smoke bothers you I’ll put the cigarette out.” He leaned down to snuff the tip when she rushed over.
    “Don’t.”
    He straightened and watched her. Mikayla’s arms crossed full breasts to protect against the cold, and her hands ran frantically up and down her arms. The sleeveless pajama top was useless against the breeze, even with the purple flannel pants and matching slippers she wore. He’d never been around a woman in real lounging pajamas. Surprisingly, he liked the comfortable look more than the silks and satins he was accustomed to seeing. An overwhelming urge to reach out and pull her curvy body into his arms and protect against the chill made him shift his stance. Instead, he took another drag.
    Her eyes followed his movements. He recognized the look of someone who hadn’t quite kicked the habit.
    “I have another in my car.”
    She shook her head. “I quit.”
    “So did I,” he said with a lift of one shoulder.
    He held out the cigarette. She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip before finally taking it from him. His gaze was glued to her as she inhaled. Mikayla’s eyes closed and lips curved into a sinful smile. She slowly exhaled and licked her lips. A steady drumbeat of desire started in his chest and ran down his body.
    When her eyes opened, he couldn’t look