Kyle drove straight to Calista's place, his mind already running through scenarios that had nothing to do with checking on her wellbeing and everything to do with what that picture promised. Calista had mastered the art of seduction in a way that felt almost weaponized. She knew exactly what angles worked, exactly what to say, exactly how to make a man forget everything except the need to be near her.
He pulled up to her apartment, the car he bought her in the driveway.
Kyle rang the doorbell, waiting. Nothing. He rang again, already reaching for his phone to text her when he heard movement inside.
The door opened before he could ring a third time.
Calista stood there looking like absolute shit.
