Gravity Wolf

Jack saw her first across a room full of money. Sophia. Tight dress. Legs that kept moving. Later she lingered outside his private bedroom upstairs, leaned in, smiled like she already owned the place. One sentence about champagne and she walked in. They crashed together hard. No small talk after that. She shoved him backward onto silk sheets and climbed on top before his back even hit the mattress. Her mouth tasted like liquor and cigarettes. She pinned his wrists, rode him slow then brutal, made sure he stayed on the bottom. Sweat slicked their skin. Her blonde hair stuck to her face. She talked dirty in his ear until his breathing turned ragged. When they finished she rolled off and lit a cigarette like nothing had happened. "We sign the papers next week," she said, blowing smoke at the ceiling. Jack stared at her bare back and realized he'd just fucked his almost-ex-wife. She left the cigarette burning in the ashtray, grabbed her dress, and walked out without looking back.