Kathleen's pov :

Two days, I've been waiting for the gentleman for two whole days! Let me tell you, I'm excited. Not that meeting him excites me, but because of the contract itself, this is a big deal for me, my first, after my father's resignation and taking over.
Who the hell am I lying to! Of course I'm excited about the deal, but I'm much more excited about what Aiden will do. Do you know how things work? But in the movies. He, she, one-night stands, a child, he understands, she falls in love, he doesn't want her, then he wants her and they both live happily ever after.
The problem with the life scenario is that it is written in steps and the film takes seconds. Firstly, he doesn't know that he has already met me, secondly, I, with my famous taste for not very dramatic expression, hit him on all the weak points I thought of at that moment. Which is probably how I could get the label Man-Eater. However, he was the first to ever awaken such desires in me. Why? It's simple, the idiot is my son's father.
Let's tell the truth. As much as I don't know him, even then I fell for him because, damn it, he's really divine, or at least the shell. There is no way I can avoid the obvious fact that through Brian, we are connected. Or so it is for me.
Although I'm not a woman who often shows her emotions, something I consider a waste of time, given that I can take action in the meantime, I can't forget that I carried his son under my heart for nine months, that I spent countless nights, wondering what would have happened between us if he had known. I always wondered if he knew if he would come with me to the check-ups, if he would worry while I vomited in the toilet, or if he would make me breakfast. Of course I thought so, even in the years when Brian was ill, I spent night after night wondering if he would take a shift so I can get some sleep. You shouldn't be surprised, every single mother, who was still a child and looked after one, thought exactly the same things. And this is not dramatization, but the truth. When my hormones were raging, I sat and cried in commercials, in movies, or because someone stumbled and fell and there was no one to help. Yes, I was an emotional pregnant woman stuffed with cream and potato chips at four in the morning. The phase was not fun and passed quickly, but it was there.
And two days ago, when I left him alone in the restaurant while riding in a taxi on the way to my office, it all came back to me in full force. Except now I'm not subject to my pregnancy hormones and I think absolutely sober. Besides, even in a sober state, I can't deny that he attracts me sexually. Maybe it's time for me to find someone. If you could hear me sighing right now. Probably somewhere in Calcutta there was a hurricane of my sighs and it swept away a neighborhood!
In this situation, I began to transfer through my mind all the men I knew. But yes, I have to dismiss most as, too old, too emotional, too sticky, probably wanting something serious or not attracted to me.
So, if we hav'to reduce all the options, there are only two left. One is Jacob, a former classmate of mine we once flirted with, what is he doing right now? I need to check his social networks. The other is a man who lives in our apartment building, Nick, a year older than me. Yes, Nick was an option, up close, he would hardly want anything serious, given the influx of women at his door, and i wouldn't hav'to hide the fact that she had a moreover, several times, ostensibly by chance, he had hinted to  me to call him.  There was option three, Aiden, but that would be too complicated, something I don't need right now! So Nick remained my most likely option.
Before any of you condemn me, my friends, let me tell you how I got here and this decision. First, about two years ago, I really tried the option with a relationship and love and everything as it should be. But the man in question, I won't mention names, because I'm sick of just thinking about him, after a million and one scandals that I don't pay enough attention to him, that I only think about work and my son, he allowed himself to slap Brian because , I quote "roars like a donkey" !!!!And like any mother, I think about my child first, it's normal. From there and the second, after what happened, how can I let another man into our lives and consciously allow this to happen again? Now you will say that there are men who don't mind, when I meet them, I will think abouth it. The third is that besides work and Brian, I really don't have time for a relationship, and at the moment I'm just looking for distraction. So, it is not something that will happen only to me, or I will be the last to do it. I love my life, why complicate it unnecessarily.
Maybe in time, who knows, I might as well find someone, Brian won't be a kid forever, right? But for now, I just have to find a way to resist his father's charm, otherwise everything I've achieved so far will go to hell.

Aiden's pov :

"Aiden, don't get your cock where you make your living, brother, it won't end well!" Dylan was sulking for the second day, actually the third, but it didn't matter. "Man, you haven't seen her, you don't know, Kathleen is a real sugar girl! Besides, she asked for it herself when she challenged me, damn it!" I growled. In fact, I still wanted to scream, my pride writhed in agony like a worm under the flame of a burner, and I longed for revenge!
"Look, I understand that Miss Bishop was a little cheeky, but isn't that too much?" is he kidding "Why too much, we'll both like it!" What exactly did Dylan not understand, was I not expressing myself correctly?
"Aiden, do you realize what you're saying. You want to make her your mistress just because she paid the bill for you! It's funny, for God's sake!" Dylan was starting to annoy There was no problem with the bill, well, maybe it was part of the problem. True, it's a bit childish, but she rejected me in a horrible way, she just smeared me like a cockroach!
"What if she has a boyfriend, if she's married?" "The first one doesn't interest me, and the second one, think about what you're saying, if she was married, she wouldn't be a miss, you idiot!" I really want to hit him, no matter that he is my friend, does he deliberately irritate me, is he on her side, what does he care about?
Precisely because he is my friend and because he knows me. I'm not like that, I don't put women to bed to punish them, but to please both of us. And Linda and I are having a good time, not like before, but it's satisfying.
Dylan is right, I'm being childish, but I can't get it out of my head. The thought of knowing her and the fact that I can't remember where I know her eat away my last two remaining brain cells and drive me crazy! Besides, my body reacts, if you will believe me, just the memory of her makes my cock so hard that if I don't do a handjob, then my stomach hurts for hours. Don't ask me why, but the little savage seemed to me a really amazing appetizing piece. It really hurt my pride, maybe more, because she poured the bucket of cold water mercilessly and all at once, but each of her actions has happened to me at least once in my life. I haven't always been like that, you remember, there is no man who is born playful and cool.
However, I have long since learned how to get what I want. And when you look at Kathleen, you see sex and nothing else. Man's  work. This is the situation, in the mind of a man there are three priority thoughts, in the appropriate order: sex, money, cars and then everything else. The third may be different, according to the interests of the man. And in this case, sweet Kathleen overlapped the first two, which made her the right woman for me.