The hotel room was dim, scented with perfume and sex.
The sheets were ruined. The walls still echoed.
Janelle sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a silk robe she hadn't packed.
Her lipstick was gone. Her hair, a mess.
Her skin was kissed raw.
And Aster?
She was standing by the mini bar, naked but for the chain around her waist, sipping wine straight from the bottle.
Not a care in the world. Not a drop of guilt.
"You gonna stare all night or admit you liked it?" Aster purred, dragging her finger slowly down her own chest.
Janelle said nothing.
She just bit her lip, legs trembling slightly, thighs still slick from what they'd done.
Aster came closer slow, deliberate, like a predator tasting her kill.
She knelt between Janelle's thighs and kissed the inside of her knee.
"You moaned like I owned you," she whispered, eyes gleaming.
"And that was just round one."
Her tongue slid up Janelle's thigh, but Janelle gripped her face, forcing her to look up.
"This doesn't mean anything," Janelle said hoarsely, trying to hold her power.
Aster smirked.
"Then why are you trembling, sweetheart?"
Before Janelle could respond—her phone buzzed.
Mirabel.
A picture.
Her boarding pass.
✈️ "On my way back, baby. I miss you."
Janelle stared at the screen. Her body still humming with sin.
Her mind tangled in guilt.
But as her finger hovered over the message, Aster took the phone.
and tossed it on the floor.
"She can wait," she whispered.
"You've got unfinished business here."
And just like that,Aster pulled her down again, mouth claiming, fingers exploring.
Every lie deeper.
Every breath heavier.
Every moan a betrayal.
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To be continued