A Naughty Mistake

Prologue The door opens, and they burst in, kissing. Vivian takes a break to close the door and steps out of her heels. He follows her cue and bends down to remove his shoes. She takes off her butterfly hair clip, and her raven dark thick locs fall in cascading waves down her back, framing her face. Vivian is a five feet eight inches woman with a beautiful figure, her tiny waist showcases her beautiful full boobs and well rounded hips. She sauntered to where he was bending to remove his shoes, she ran her fingers through his thick dark hair, tugging at it a bit. He raises his head and gives her a coy smile. He runs both his hands up her long shapely legs, dragging her pencil skirt up, exposing her creamy thighs. He plants light kisses on her thighs as he trails his way up to her red lacy pants. Vivian helps him pull the skirt up as he pulls her pants down He looks into her eyes as he inserts his fingers into her pussy, a smile playing on his lips when he discovered she was already we

As Vivian glanced down at her phone and saw a text from her mother, a wave of mixed emotions washed over her. A sinking feeling settled in her stomach, accompanied by a familiar sense of sadness and frustration. She knew from experience that her mother had a knack for using emotional blackmail to manipulate her.Reading the words on the screen, her heart sunk even further. The message accused Vivian of not showing up to support her sister, implying that she was selfish or uncaring. It struck a nerve deep within her, reopening old wounds and stirring up memories of a painful incident.Vivian's mind raced back to that particular event, a moment in which she genuinely believed her mother would protect her and understand that she acted out of ignorance. She was only but a child.A sense of powerlessness washes over Vivan as she realized that her mother's emotional manipulation still had the ability to affect her deeply. It frustrated her to no end that, despite her best efforts to set boun

The dining area exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, befitting its luxurious surroundings. As Vivian, Veronica, Ted, and their mother gathered around the table, their eyes were drawn to the exquisite display before them.The dining room was adorned with tasteful decor and rich furnishings. The walls were adorned with intricate wallpaper, adding a touch of opulence to the space. Soft, ambient lighting cast a warm glow, illuminating the room with a sense of intimacy and refinement.A grand chandelier hung gracefully from the ceiling, its dazzling crystals sparkling with every flicker of light. Its radiant glow cascaded down, casting a soft illumination on the polished mahogany dining table beneath.The table was beautiful, dressed in fine linen, and adorned with delicate china plates, glistening silverware, and crystal glassware. Intricately folded napkins rest neatly beside each place setting, a testament to the attention to detail.At the centre of the table, a stunning floral

"I came to check on her," Ted's voice cuts through the tension, his words echoing in the stillness. The weight of his presence and the unspoken implications linger in the air, casting a shadow over the unfolding scene.Vivian's voice quivers slightly as she responds, "I feel better," her gaze avoiding her sister's probing eyes. Her words hang between them, carrying an undercurrent of hidden meaning and a desire to move past the discomfort that now permeates the atmosphere.Veronica observes the exchange between her fiancé and her sister, her eyes darting back and forth as she tries to decipher the unspoken language that passes between them. Concern and confusion furrow her brow, but she chooses to remain silent, perhaps sensing the delicacy of the situation and the need for more clarity.With a collective sigh, they make their way back into the dining area, resuming their places at the table. The once lively conversation has now been replaced by an uneasy silence, the unspoken tension

Vivian swung the door open, and there, right in front of her, stood Ted. It took her by surprise, and for a moment, they both stood there in silence, their eyes locked. Finally finding her voice, Vivian stammered out, "What are you doing here?" Ted took a step forward, causing Vivian to instinctively move aside, allowing him to enter. He closed the door behind him, shutting out the outside world. As he stood in her living room, the space suddenly felt constricted, too small to contain the swirling emotions between them. "I can see you're all dressed up to go somewhere", Ted said recognizing that she was all dressed up. They stood in silence for what felt like an eternity until Vivian mustered the courage to break it. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Yes, I am on my way out. Ted, you can't be here. You have to leave right now." She pleaded with him, hoping he would understand the gravity of the situation.But Ted didn't budge. He looked at her intently, his expression unreadable. Viv