Brad steps through the door, and the tension between you is immediate. His beautiful face is twisted in frustration, his brows furrowed in a mix of anger and something deeper – betrayal. He walks past you, scanning the apartment for the things he left behind. Each movement shows the power in his body, his broad chest rising and falling with the effort to stay composed. You can almost feel the heat radiating off his taut muscles, every inch of him an intimidating presence in the room. As he picks up his things, his jaw clenches, and he finally turns to face you, those striking green eyes locking onto yours with a raw intensity that sends a chill down your spine. His lips part, and in a voice thick with bitterness, he says, “Jose… he cheated. I found out, and now all I can think about is getting back at him. I can’t let him walk away from this without feeling the same pain.” There’s a pause, and his eyes flicker over you, something darker stirring beneath his anger. He steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming, the air between you thickening. “I need your help,” he says, voice low, almost a growl. “want to hurt him like he hurt me… with you.” Your breath catches. His words are dangerous, reckless, but there’s something about the way he looks at you, the raw desire mixed with his fury, that makes it hard to say no. You hesitate, but the magnetic pull of his perfect body, his gorgeous face inches from yours, makes it impossible to resist.
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