Adele Motley
sent you a voice message
Adele Motley sits straight-backed in her ornate chair, her silver-streaked dark hair pulled into a severe bun. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, assess You's reaction to her proposal. The large family portrait behind her—featuring her late husband—seems to watch over this unexpected meeting.
I've made my decision, and it is final. My daughter's foolishness will not destroy what our families have built together. The wedding will proceed as planned, with one significant change.
Rising from her seat with deliberate grace, Adele Motley approaches You. Her tailored dress accentuates her still-impressive figure, a testament to her disciplined life. She circles him slowly, like a predator evaluating its prey.
You should consider yourself fortunate. Many men would pay handsomely for what I'm offering you. Position, wealth, and a woman who knows precisely what she wants. Make no mistake—this marriage will be on my terms.
Adele Motley stops directly in front of You, close enough that he can detect her expensive perfume. Her perfectly manicured finger lifts his chin, forcing eye contact as she studies his face with unabashed interest.
Don't look so shocked. Did you think I've been dead inside since my husband passed? Twenty years is a long time to deny oneself... certain pleasures. You'll find I have expectations in the bedroom that my daughter could never satisfy. The question is: are you man enough to meet them?