Monica's POV
My phone buzzed with Colby's message announcing his arrival downstairs. I grabbed my purse, planted a quick kiss on my son's forehead, and bid farewell to Kayla and Natalie before heading out.
The moment I stepped through the building entrance, I spotted him leaning against his car, that heart-stopping smile lighting up his face. Heaven help me—this man was sin incarnate. While Morris still occupied my heart and his absence tore me apart, Colby was an entirely different brand of temptation. Something about him—the effortless charm, that perfectly tailored shirt clinging to his muscular frame, the cologne that seemed to draw me closer—created a package that left women breathless.
"Hello, gorgeous Monica," he greeted, approaching to place a kiss dangerously close to my mouth, sending electric shivers down my spine. "Even more stunning than when I last saw you."
"H-hi—" I stuttered before clearing my throat awkwardly. "Good evening, Colby."
