The estate sold in six weeks. Richard booked two seats to Milan and called it his wife's new life.

She had other plans, and every one of them ran through me.

Vanessa is forty. Her husband had himself fixed years ago so she would never get the one thing she actually wants. I am the nineteen-year-old on his payroll who can still give it to her, and in the last weeks before the sale she stopped telling me to be careful. Bare, every time. Deep, and told to stay.

Then his sharp, newly divorced daughter found a reason to watch the house, and we ran out of quiet.

By the time Richard reached for the door, it was already too late to stop. Vanessa walked out carrying the one thing his money could not buy her, and she never looked back.

A fully explicit age gap breeding erotic romance novella.

Part 3 of 3.