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the part of you that stayed
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2026-08-31 23:55:48
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Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi one step away from murder
Concealer exists.The highest mark on my neck was almost invisible now after three thin layers, a little color corrector, and one extremely insincere prayer. The ones on my shoulder didn’t matter because my dress covered them, along with the rest of the evidence located in private territory that would remain strictly between me, God, and Rafael if he ever did this again.The dress I chose fell to my ankles, deep espresso with a cut that was simple but far too good to actually be called simple. It fit neatly at the waist without looking like I’d asked my internal organs to stop functioning, the skirt dropped straight with just enough movement when I walked, and the jewel neckline sat cleanly at the base of my throat, covering almost all of last night’s criminal activity.Practical.Elegant.And hickey-resistant.I slipped tiny gold hoops into my ears, sprayed perfume on my wrists, then studied my reflection one more time. My hair was pulled into a sleek low bun, my skin looked healthy,
Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi mirror, mirror, where’s the concealer
I slept in Rafael’s arms.That should’ve been horrifying enough to wake me up around three in the morning, stare at the ceiling, and launch a full internal investigation complete with a timeline, witnesses, and requests for identity protection.But no.I slept.Actually slept.After all the chaos last night, after my bedroom had turned into a crime scene that would probably require God’s forgiveness and housekeeping with an NDA, Rafael lay behind me with one heavy arm wrapped around my waist, his chest warm against my back.I was awake just long enough to realize how familiar the position felt. Too familiar, actually, because my body immediately settled into his without bothering to ask my brain for approval.I should’ve moved his arm.Told him to go home.At the very least, I should’ve pulled the blanket up to my chin with the dignity of a woman who had just made several highly questionable decisions with her ex-husband, who was now technically her husband again.Instead, I just clos
Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi hips don't forget (21+++)
The slow rhythm didn’t last long.Maybe because I locked my legs tighter around his waist. Maybe because Rafael had been holding back too long, just like he said. Or maybe because the two of us have always been terrible at doing anything halfway...including wrecking every rational decision we’d ever made.Whatever the reason, his next thrust hit harder. I sucked in a sharp breath, and Rafael was already moving again before I could pull a single coherent thought together. His hips found a faster rhythm while his arms stayed locked around me like he refused to leave even an inch of space between us.“Oh, fuck…” His mouth dropped to my neck.His tongue dragged over the skin just under my ear before his teeth caught it lightly, and I immediately fisted the back of his neck, tilting my head to give him more room without a single scrap of pride left.“Rafael…”“Yeah, baby.” He drove in deeper.I moaned against his shoulder, nails digging into his back, and his teeth found that same spot
Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi devil I know (21+)
The kiss should have stopped there.It should have.I already had more than enough reasons to pull back, put a palm against Rafael’s chest, tell him this was a bad idea.But he kissed me again before the part of my brain that still had a Stanford degree managed to take over.My hand was still twisted in his shirt when his mouth came back down on mine, deeper, and I opened for him immediately without being asked. His tongue slid against mine slowly that was way too familiar, completely without hesitation.I grabbed the back of his neck.Rafael made a low sound in his throat, and his hand tightened around my waist.Fuck. I knew that sound. Or my body did.Either way, equally bad.I kissed him harder, my fingers sliding into his dark hair and ruining whatever part of it had still been remotely party-appropriate, while he moved forward until I had to take one step back.My heel hit something.“Oh, fu—” I lost my balance.I landed on the mattress with a soft thump, my black dress riding hi
Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi in retrospect, terrible line
Rafael looked at me.I let him. It was a bad decision, obviously, but some bad decisions came with good lipstick and perfect timing.The car kept moving down the hills of Nob Hill, city lights sliding across the windows like someone had spilled champagne over San Francisco. Rafael didn’t say anything for the rest of the drive, and I, because I had pride, trauma, and poorly developed survival instincts, didn’t take back a single word I’d said about Axel either.If he wanted to be mad, fine. If he wanted to pretend he wasn’t jealous until his jaw could cut glass, I could sit there looking pretty and enjoy the show.We got to my house fifteen minutes later.The porch light was on, warm over the front steps, while the side lamp in the foyer cast just enough light for the windows to reflect pieces of the living room inside: the cream sofa, Gabby’s little blanket hanging off the armchair, one of Al’s pillows on the floor, and the shadow of the ficus in the corner like an exhausted witness t
Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi one ex-boyfriend later
Axel looked at me, then at Rafael, and a his smile appeared. “Well,” he said. “Good.”I wanted to say something.Several somethings.But the host appeared at the exact same moment, Mrs. Caldwell in pearls, a sharp smile, and an emerald dress that probably required armed insurance. She greeted Rafael with two air kisses, touched my hand with perfect social warmth, then told us how “lovely” it was that we could come, because apparently lovely now meant walking into a party, nearly landing a new contract, running into an ex-boyfriend, then getting officially certified as happy by your amnesiac husband. San Francisco old money really had its own vocabulary.We talked to the Caldwells for a few minutes. I laughed in the right places. Said thank you in the right places. Answered questions about GALA with enough detail to sound like a CEO instead of Rafael’s marital decoration.Rafael stood beside me with that neat, expensive kind of coldness, answering business questions with clipped precis
Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi Sunlight and Divorce Papers
I woke up because the sun slapped me in the face. White-gold light speared through the thin curtains, landing directly on my eyelids that had never volunteered to become solar panels. I blinked slowly, trying to gather the pieces of my soul scattered across the sheets.The clock on the nightstand r
Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi He Never Chose Me
“Wow,” I said at last, closing the door behind me with a soft click. “I thought you were still busy having a reunion with your ex.”His gaze dropped for a second, traveling down my body. From the thin heels, to my bare legs, to where the dress cinched at my waist, to the neckline that was bold enou
Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi Platinum Barbie
Seven p.m., and Lake Como looked like an expensive postcard that had been photographed to death. Deep blue, almost black. Villa lights scattered messily across the water. A thin veil of fog hovering low, like a cheap Instagram filter no one bothered to turn off.From the study window facing the lak
Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi The Wife
The small pan hissed softly as the oil heated, the sharp scent of roughly crushed garlic already filling the kitchen before I realized I was humming. Fuck.A Shakira song.Wildly off-brand for this morning’s mood, which had gone to hell at five twelve a.m. sharp, when Arsen, the technological basta
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