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Experience a sizzling, age-gap romance where passion knows no boundaries and second chances are just the beginning.
Two decades designing couture for the elite, and building a billion-dollar fashion brand, should feel like success. Instead, I have an empty mansion, a fresh divorce settlement, and the sinking feeling that I traded everything meaningful for a life that looks better on social media than it does in the mirror.
When my practically estranged best friend passes away, she leaves me with the one thing my ex-husband never gave me a chance to haveāa baby. Well, a soon-to-be baby, currently residing in a surrogateās belly. Surprise!
Guilt-ridden, and scared to face this alone, cue my desperate funeral plus-one hire: Saylor, an escort with bedroom eyes and a smile that makes me forget Iām supposedly āpast my expiration date.ā Heās over a decade younger and shouldnāt give me a second glance after the check clears.
Only he does.
And while Iām spiraling over surprise motherhood and the thoughts of launching a new fashion empire, away from the clutches of my ex, this way-too-young-for-me man has the audacity to look at me like Iām the only woman in the world.
āToo oldā is what society whispers about women my age starting over. Too old for babies. Too old for new beginnings. Definitely too old for Saylorās salacious advances that make me feel like a teenager in lust.
But what if the happily ever after isnāt lost, just fashionably late? And what if the unattainable escort couldnāt care less about earning his money, because heās making a play for my heart?
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Experience a sizzling, age-gap romance where passion knows no boundaries and second chances are just the beginning.
Two decades designing couture for the elite, and building a billion-dollar fashion brand, should feel like success. Instead, I have an empty mansion, a fresh divorce settlement, and the sinking feeling that I traded everything meaningful for a life that looks better on social media than it does in the mirror.
When my practically estranged best friend passes away, she leaves me with the one thing my ex-husband never gave me a chance to haveāa baby. Well, a soon-to-be baby, currently residing in a surrogateās belly. Surprise!
Guilt-ridden, and scared to face this alone, cue my desperate funeral plus-one hire: Saylor, an escort with bedroom eyes and a smile that makes me forget Iām supposedly āpast my expiration date.ā Heās over a decade younger and shouldnāt give me a second glance after the check clears.
Only he does.
And while Iām spiraling over surprise motherhood and the thoughts of launching a new fashion empire, away from the clutches of my ex, this way-too-young-for-me man has the audacity to look at me like Iām the only woman in the world.
āToo oldā is what society whispers about women my age starting over. Too old for babies. Too old for new beginnings. Definitely too old for Saylorās salacious advances that make me feel like a teenager in lust.
But what if the happily ever after isnāt lost, just fashionably late? And what if the unattainable escort couldnāt care less about earning his money, because heās making a play for my heart?
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Experience a sizzling, age-gap romance where passion knows no boundaries and second chances are just the beginning.
Two decades designing couture for the elite, and building a billion-dollar fashion brand, should feel like success. Instead, I have an empty mansion, a fresh divorce settlement, and the sinking feeling that I traded everything meaningful for a life that looks better on social media than it does in the mirror.
When my practically estranged best friend passes away, she leaves me with the one thing my ex-husband never gave me a chance to haveāa baby. Well, a soon-to-be baby, currently residing in a surrogateās belly. Surprise!
Guilt-ridden, and scared to face this alone, cue my desperate funeral plus-one hire: Saylor, an escort with bedroom eyes and a smile that makes me forget Iām supposedly āpast my expiration date.ā Heās over a decade younger and shouldnāt give me a second glance after the check clears.
Only he does.
And while Iām spiraling over surprise motherhood and the thoughts of launching a new fashion empire, away from the clutches of my ex, this way-too-young-for-me man has the audacity to look at me like Iām the only woman in the world.
āToo oldā is what society whispers about women my age starting over. Too old for babies. Too old for new beginnings. Definitely too old for Saylorās salacious advances that make me feel like a teenager in lust.
But what if the happily ever after isnāt lost, just fashionably late? And what if the unattainable escort couldnāt care less about earning his money, because heās making a play for my heart?
