He Doesn't Deserve You

Jessica's yakking on the phone with her hubby, hyped about their steamy night in. She's painting this picture of romance, the works. Then bam—he drops the bomb. He's ditching her for beers with the boys. Jessica's gutted, fire shooting through her veins. Can't wrap her head around it. This chump picks his bros over her? When she's already stripped bare, primed to slather him in a slick NURU massage that'll blow his mind. Talk about a slap in the face. That's when Michael Vegas, the nosy neighbor, knocks, hunting for her lawnmower. Door swings open—he's staring at Jessica, buck naked, curves on full display. His jaw hits the floor. Jessica's cheeks flush hot as she spills the beans: her deadbeat husband bailed. Michael's eyes widen, but he shakes it off quick, smirking like he knows gold. 'Your guy's a total moron for ghosting you,' he says, voice dripping with that cocky edge. Boom—sparks fly, electric and wild. Jessica's pissed at her fool of a husband, and the heat of the moment grabs her by the reins. She locks eyes with Michael, bites her lip, and lays it out bold: 'Screw it. How about I give you that naughty massage instead?'