The time goes back to four years ago.
"Dylan Wellington, you philandering radish! What's with that celebrity named Carol Brown at the ribbon-cutting ceremony today? Her chest almost fell out of her dress, and she was hanging all over you... I just knew you were unreliable, no way, breakup, breakup, we must break up!"
As soon as Dylan Wellington returned to the luxury condominium he shared with Skye Brown, he was informed by Skye that they were breaking up.
Three large suitcases were piled up by the door.
It was summer, very hot, and Skye was only wearing a simple white T-shirt, with low-waisted denim shorts below.
She was packing her suitcase, her long hair slightly tousled, and those long white legs flashed before Dylan Wellington, causing the seductive eyes of the man to dim slightly.
"Skye, these suitcases..." Dylan Wellington's eyes deepened, realizing his woman was planning to leave.
