The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

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Sophia's eyes widened with a hint of struggle.

"If you're into it too, why not live it up while we've got the chance?"

His voice dropped to a low, seductive purr.

For a moment, Sophia wavered. She never played the martyr; every choice was a heart's call.

Whether it was getting intimate with Brandon for the first time, deciding to marry him, choosing divorce, or even last night's

surrender - each time, she followed her gut.

Under the spell of this self-pep talk, she mustered a reckless courage. After all, as Brandon said, opportunities like this conce

in a lifet- might as well drink when the bar was open.

Being single, neither of them had any moral shackles of betrayal to worry about. This devil-may-care bravery made her ditch all

reservations and awkwardness, pulling Brandon's neck down for a bold kiss.

Their lips met, igniting all the smoldering desires.

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Brandon cradled her head, flipping the script, pushing her against the wall with a rough and intense urgency that bordered on

reckless abandon.

The re-tied sash fluttered to the floor, blown into the room by the wind from outside. They didn't care, their kisses deepened,

tangled, letting desire overrule their senses once more.

Outside, the wind and rain continued their wild symphony. The howling storm only fueled the tenacity and heat of their

entanglement.

The doorbell rang with the arrival of room service, the meal delivery awaited. The pressing sound was audible to both, but neither

stopped, entwined like beasts, tearing at each other, lost in indulgence.

This wanton abandon went on intermittently until the skies cleared the next day.

They slept when tired, ate when hungry, and the rest of the twas unbridled indulgence. Sophia and Brandon had never gone

this wild before. Her natural reserve and his innate cool-headedness meant they always kept a lid on things.

Their steamiest past episode was merely made in the bathroom. Daytencounters, even kisses, were rare.

Sophia wondered if the storm had blurred day and night, causing them to drop their deepest-held reserves. They had never been

so utterly uninhibited with each other.

The clear skies brought with it an awkwardness, a sense of not knowing how to act. Daylight's sobering effect made the previous

night's frenzy seem all the more embarrassing.

So, stepping out of that room, Sophia and Brandon tacitly agreed not to speak of those two nights and a day.

When they went to the hotel lobby to check out, Kent and Don were already waiting. They'd been cooped up, bored to tears in a

neighboring hotel, sharing a room and a bed with no privacy - eager to leave.

As soon as the wind died down, they hurriedly checked out and cover.

Seeing the two emerge, Don yawned and stood up, "Finally, we can head back. That darn storm nearly didin."

Then glancing at Sophia and Brandon, he continued, "How about you two, sleep well?"

The topic was sensitive, almost conjuring images of the possession-like frenzy they'd experienced.

Sophia, masking her discomfort, nodded lightly, "Yeah, pretty good."

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Then she turned the question on them, "How about you guys?"

Don waved dismissively, "Don't even start. Next time, I'm checking the weather forecast before going anywhere. | can't stand this

place a second longer."

Brandon glanced at him but said nothing, handing over the room key, "Check out."

The front desk took the key and quickly processed their checkout. On the way back, Kent and Don instinctively paired up in one

car, leaving Sophia with Brandon.

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