My possessive ex

Shayla had always been an independent girl, focusing on her career and building a life for herself. She worked as a software engineer at a top tech company, and her friends would often tease her about being a "tech genius." One Friday evening, Shayla's friends convinced her to take a break from work and join them for a night out. They hit the town, dancing and laughing together at a trendy nightclub. As they sipped their cocktails and grooved to the music, Shayla's eyes met those of a handsome stranger across the room. He flashed her a charming smile, and Shayla felt a spark of attraction.

Before she knew it, the stranger was walking towards her, his confident stride eating up the distance. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down Shayla's spine. Shayla's friends encouraged her to talk to him, and soon, they were all chatting like old friends. The stranger introduced himself as Jermaine, and Shayla learned that he was a successful businessman with a quick wit and a silver tongue. As the night wore on, Shayla found herself drawn to Jermaine's charming personality. They danced together, shared stories, and laughed until their sides hurt. Before the night ended, Jermaine asked Shayla for her number, and she agreed, feeling a sense of excitement and possibility. As Shayla and her friends left the club, they were all buzzing with excitement. "He's perfect for you, Shayla!" her friend Emily exclaimed. Shayla blushed, feeling a sense of hope that she hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, Jermaine was the one who could bring love and happiness into her life.