Jonas’s Pov
This was the first time I saw my fiancé’s mother. She was sitting by the pool in their compound. The late afternoon sun casting a golden glow over her skin. She looked like a goddess. She was holding a glass of wine.
She packed her hair in a ponytail. The light pink swimsuit she wore clung to her curves exactly like a second skin.
The fabric barely covered her breasts and her hips. She was the kind of woman who made men’s heads scatter. Who made men lose their minds. Who made married men forget they’re married.
I swear… I wasn’t saying this because she was my fiancé’s mother. She was all that men desired.
I was 22 years old. She was 41 years old but damn beautiful and gorgeous. I had been dating her daughter, Florence, for 6 months. I came to their house every weekend but
