The Rebirth Of A Playboy Part 1
Once a Playboy always a Playboy
Tyrell stood at the edge of the bustling bar, his eyes scanning the room like a predator assessing its prey. The dim lights cast long shadows over the dance floor, where young bodies moved in sync with the pulsating beats. He adjusted his tie, feeling the silk smooth against his fingers, and took a deep breath. This was it—his first night out since the divorce papers were finalized. At fifty-five, he felt every bit of his...