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~Girlfriend~

Author: Rain_01
last update Last Updated: 2023-12-11 14:48:48

A maid diligently wiped the bloodstains from the floor. The shadows cast by the curtains seemed to elongate and contort, as if they held their own secrets.

Amid the solemn task, the maid's senses pricked with awareness as she detected approaching footsteps. An uneasy shiver traveled down her spine, and she turned her gaze toward the doorway.

There, she saw a woman—a presence unexpected at that hour. The maid's voice quavered as she stammered, "Ma'am... you! At this time?"

The woman, with an air of quiet confidence, offered the maid a sweet smile. Her grace and poise in that moment seemed incongruous with the chaos that had unfolded in this very room not long ago.

 "Where is he?" she inquired, her voice carrying an undercurrent of urgency beneath the sweetness.

The maid, caught off guard, hesitated momentarily. She gestured toward the bathroom, the place where the enigmatic Francisco had retreated after the night's tumultuous events.

A knowing smile graced the woman's lips as she received the maid's response. She moved with purpose, crossing the room in the direction of the bathroom.

Left to her own devices, the maid, ever diligent, proceeded to gather Francisco's ruined and bloodstained clothes from the floor. Her movements were swift, and the garments were handled with a mixture of discretion and determination. She carried them out of the room, leaving the chamber too quickly.

**

The serenity of Francisco's bath was abruptly disrupted as the door to the bathroom eased open, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. Moving with the calculated grace of a predator, she closed in on the man luxuriating in the water.

Just as she extended their hands towards Francisco, poised for their clandestine act, an acute sense of vigilance stirred within him. In the blink of an eye, his eyes sprang open, and his instincts surged to life. He acted with swift precision, capturing her hands in his firm grasp.

"Aww!" The exclamation, part frustration and part surprise, escaped the lips of the thwarted woman.

As their gazes locked in an intense standoff, the intruder's identity was revealed. It was Emily, a woman whose presence in this unexpected encounter was enigmatic, to say the least.

When Francisco's intense gaze fell upon Emily, he was met with an audacious smile and a flirtatious wink.

"Did I interrupt you, babe?" Emily inquired, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Emily, with her striking beauty and an allure that could captivate any soul, had long graced the pages of fashion magazines as a celebrated model. Her ebony eyes, raven-black hair, and alluring figure possessed the kind of allure that could captivate any man. Her beauty was both mesmerizing and provocative, leaving a trail of longing in its wake.

Emily's role was that of the mistress of Francisco, but to the outside world, she was portrayed as his girlfriend.

With a harsh push, Francisco distanced himself from Emily, a frigid detachment veiling his eyes. His voice, cold as the heart of winter, cut through the charged air as he demanded, "Why are you in this place? I didn't call you."

Emily's smile, as enigmatic as the secrets she held, graced her lips as she rose from the edge of the bathtub. Her movements, bathed in sensuality, were deliberate as she pulled down her dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor. The room bore witness to her naked beauty.

Her nude figure stood before Francisco, her allure intensified by the dim, sensuous lighting of the bathroom.

Her alluring bosom, adorned with taut buds that defied the constraints of modesty, caught the ambient light and shimmered with a beguiling glow.

With an air of confidence, she leaned seductively toward Francisco, her voice laced with a subtle undertone of desire.

"I am here to accompany my king," she purred, her words laden with innuendo and an unspoken invitation.

Francisco, immersed in the shadows of his own thoughts, released a heavy sigh and lowered his eyes. He remained silent, a stoic figure in the midst of a seductive dance, his intentions veiled.

Undeterred by his silence, Emily interpreted it as an affirmation. Her fingers, gentle and tantalizing, brushed against his shoulder, leaving a trail of heat and anticipation in their wake.

"Don't you have a show tonight?" Francisco asked.

Leaning down near his ear, Emily's voice was a seductive whisper, tinged with longing and urgency. "I had," she confessed, "But I was unable to resist coming here after learning that my king had returned home."

Her slender fingers, each bearing the mark of her allure, slid from his shoulders to explore the contours of his muscular and irresistibly sexy chest.

He turned his head to meet her gaze. "I don't feel like talking to you right now," he declared, his voice carrying a note of cold detachment.

As Francisco rose from the bath, water cascaded in a sparkling display of droplets, casting shimmering reflections in the dimly lit room.

Emily, her smile infused with a hint of seduction, took a step back to appreciate the vision of his body glistening with droplets of water. Her desire, once restrained, had now become an irresistible force propelling her towards him.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Emily approached Francisco with deliberate intention. She embraced him from behind, pressing her bosom against his damp back. Her actions were a deliberate, sensuous claim, an invitation into the world they inhabited.

She whispered softly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of longing, "Don't push me away, Francis. I will happily stay below your feet if you offer me a small space."

Francisco's expression remained enigmatic, his face a canvas of restraint. Yet he offered no verbal response to her entreaty. Emily, however, was undeterred by his silence.

Emily walked in front of him and knelt down, her raven eyes locked on his blue eyes. She looked at him intently as he slightly bit her lower lip. She spotted his bulge.

She did not care about his stern look and carefully put it in her mouth. She started giving him a deep breath.

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