Mag-log in~FIORELLA~My eyes flick up and down over Juliette's body and leg. I don't even bother to hide it.“Take off your dress,” I say and she responds without thinking.“Yes, Mistress,” she says and reaches behind herself, hastily unfastening the zip of her dress.I watch as her dress falls to her legs and she's now naked.And just immediately, I see her nipples become hard.My submissive likes being naked in the presence of her Mistress.“Good girl,” I say, and she immediately folds her hands behind her.“Tell me, sweetie. Are you happy being with me??” I ask her.“I'm very happy, Mistress,” she replies.“Good,” I smile.My eyes lingers on her breasts, then trails down to her body, and to the pink and naked line that disappears between her legs.I lick my lips.“Do you have any regrets?” I ask her.“No…no, Mistress. Not at all,” she replies, shaking her head.“I see…” I say nodding. “Now, get on the table.”She bows and steps forward, turning away from the table and
~FIORELLA~I’ve been lying on this same spot for… I don’t even know how long.The ceiling has become way too familiar.And somehow, no matter how many times I go over it, my brain keeps circling back to the same thing.The kiss.I press my lips together unconsciously.God.Why am I still thinking about it?I turn slightly on the couch, dragging a hand over my face.Because it wasn’t just me.That’s why.I exhale slowly, staring off into nothing.“He kissed me back…” I murmur.Not hesitantly.Not like he was trying to stop me.He kissed me back properly.Like he meant it. Like he wanted to.My brows pull together slightly.“Why though?”The question sits heavier than I expect.Lucas isn’t careless.He’s controlled. Calculated. Always aware.So why would he….I pause.“Does he find me attractive?”The thought slips in quietly, but it lingers.I don’t immediately push it away.Instead, I sit with it, turning it over in my head.Because it would explain it.At leas
~LUCAS~I wake up slower than usual.Not because I’m well-rested.Because my brain refuses to fully come active.There’s a heaviness behind my eyes, not quite a headache, but enough to make everything feel…off. My throat is dry, my body slightly sluggish, and for a few seconds, I just lie there staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together where I am in time.It's Saturday morning, and I'm in my room.Good.That part makes sense.I exhale quietly and drag a hand over my face, pushing myself up against the headboard.And then, it hits me all at once.Fiorella. The club. The music. The alcohol. The way she looked at me.And then….the kiss.I freeze completely still.“Shit.”My jaw tightens as the memory replays whether I want it to or not.Her lips on mine, soft and uncertain at first.And then me…kissing her back like I have been craving for it.Like I forgot every single boundary that should’ve been in place.I swing my legs off the bed and sit there, elbo
~FIORELLA~I wake up to a dull, steady pounding in my head.Not sharp enough to make me panic, but heavy enough to make me regret every decision I made last night….whatever those decisions were.My eyes refuse to open at first. They feel glued shut, heavy, swollen, like they’ve personally been through something traumatic without informing me.“Ugh…” I groan, my voice dry and scratchy, like I swallowed something very dry in my sleep.Bad sign.A very bad sign.Slowly, painfully, I peel one eye open.Then the other.I squint my eyes, and the ceiling comes into view…familiar. White. Minimal. Mine.I frown slightly.Wait.Mine?My brain takes a second to catch up.And then, I jolt upright and instantly regret it because it's a very big and huge mistake.“Ah!” I clutch my head immediately as a sharp, violent wave of pain crashes through me. “Oh my God….my head….my head….my HEAD…”I squeeze my eyes shut again, breathing through it like I just ran a race.“God…” I mutt
~LUCAS~Her lips crash into mine.And for a second, just a second, it’s soft and uncertain. Like she doesn’t fully know what she’s doing.Like I still have time to stop this.But I don’t.Because the moment I feel her, something in me snaps completely.I kiss her back, not gently, not carefully.But like I’ve been holding something back for far too long without realizing it.My hand tightens instinctively around her waist, pulling her closer, steadying her….but also keeping her there. Her fingers clutch my jacket harder, like I’m the only thing keeping her upright, and maybe I am.Her lips move against mine again, slower this time, warmer… and I feel it everywhere.God.This is wrong.She’s drunk, and I’m not sober enough.This shouldn’t be happening.But none of that matters when she tilts her head slightly, when her breath brushes against my skin, when her body presses closer like she belongs there.Like she fits there.My mind starts to blur at the edges.
~LUCAS~Time passes, but I don’t know how much.The drinks keep coming.She keeps sipping, slow and careful at first, then less careful.I notice it before she does.The slight sway in her stance.The way her words take just a fraction longer to come out.The way her eyes linger a little too long on things.She’s getting drunk.And somehow…So am I.Not completely, but enough.Enough to feel lighter and looser.And that’s when it hits me that she's about to lose her balance.My hand moves before I even think about it, gripping her arm just as she stumbles slightly.Her body leans into mine, softer than I expected, and warmer than I should notice.Yeah.She’s drunk.And there’s no way in hell she realizes how obvious it’s becoming.My eyes flick around the room instinctively.People are starting to loosen up too.Soft music is playing, people swaying slowly, laughter rising, conversations blending into something warmer, messier, louder.There are too many eyes, a
~LUCAS~The box is the first thing I notice when I wake up.It's there…. right where I left it before going to bed last night.Like it knows I haven’t made peace with myself yet.It's pushed neatly against the wall like it hasn’t been silently haunting me all night. Like
~MARCELLA~For a moment, I don’t move.Not because I can’t, but because my body hasn’t caught up with what just happened.Lucas Santis walks away from me like I’m nothing more than noise he’s finally learned to tune out. His steps are fast. Purposeful. He doesn’t look back
~LUCAS~I shouldn't let Marcella distract me, I tell myself.So I sit up straight, clear my throat and take a deep breath.I start listening to Dr. Raymond again, not until her foot nudges mine under the desk again.I stiffen.She leans closer, her voice barely a breath.“Y
~LUCAS~I never expected to see her here. She's the last person I expected to see.The bell above the cafe door chimes, soft and familiar.I don’t look up immediately.The morning rush is easing, but my hands are still moving on autopilot—wipe the counter, adjust the cup







