Novel & Cerita Being The Other Woman Book

My mother opened the door and froze when she saw a group of uniformed police officers standing outside. Behind them stood Janice, tense but steady. No one knew what she had gone through over the past two weeks, but she looked like a different person. Her face, once soft and bright, had gone pale as paper, with dark circles heavy under her eyes. I looked at her and felt my hand tighten without thinking. Somewhere along the way, after all those late nights studying side by side, I had fallen for her.

His eyes in the glass were dark, hungry, utterly focused. And me. I looked… small. Swallowed by him. My bare back was a pale, slender curve against the expanse of his chest. The reflection made my youth glaringly obvious—the smooth, unmarked skin, the slightness of my frame, the way my wrists looked almost delicate where they met the desk. My face was flushed, lips kiss-swollen, eyes wide and dazed with spent pleasure and new anticipation. I looked like what I was: a girl being meticulously undone by a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

"I thought I was different. I thought he actually cared about me. But I was just another tool. Another person he used and threw away." "How did you know Lucas? Before Rachel died?" Alice hesitated. I could see her weighing how much to reveal. "We met through work. I was doing administrative work at the hospital where Rachel gave birth. Lucas and I became friends. Then more than friends." She looked at me. "I know what you are thinking. I was the other woman. The mistress. And you are right. But I loved him. I thought he loved me too." "When did Rachel die?"

"Patrick, do you really have to be like this? How can you be so cold? I already told you—I'll marry you eventually. What difference does sooner or later make? Shawn is sick. What right do you have to treat him like this?" Beside her, Shawn kept his head down, tears streaming steadily. I finally stopped packing and looked up at the two of them standing there shoulder to shoulder. The way they played off each other was a perfect match, honestly. A laugh escaped me. Watching the woman I once loved fuss over another man as if he were the only thing that mattered—I won't lie, it hurt.

I was silently enjoying the fireworks after igniting the end of the rope, and suddenly, a stern voice from behind put an end to this show! “Enough! Go back to the hall of beauty and wait for me in the meeting room, ladies.” A white-haired, middle-aged woman who looked like the boss of harem, ordered the ladies, sending them away. What a waste! Then she turned and her blazing eyes fell at me, sinking my heart. My throat tightened as she grabbed that book as a weapon and walked towards me, “Did you take out this book, omega?”

“Oh really? Wasn’t it you who jumped on me last night?” Scarlett turned over and squealed, “You’re shameless!” Francis twisted his legs around Scarlett’s, and the two were intertwined. “Yes, I’m shameless.” How had other women felt after the first time they had had sex? Scarlett wondered. Had they felt excited? Exhausted? Hungry for more? So unexpectedly, she had spent her first night with a man called Francis. He was very aggressive and dominating in bed, but she felt blissful when the two of them were together nonetheless.

But neither did I retreat. "I'm just saying," I muttered instead, not in the mood to argue with him. I pushed past him, "if she's half as deadly as she's classy, we're all fucked. "And if you mess this up," he bellowed after me, "you'll be the one to ruin the last hope this company has." I didn't answer him. But I knew what I saw in that woman's eyes, and it wasn't just “intelligence”. It was a calculating edge. And something colder.

She then looked up toward the camera, but not directly into it, and said, "You ready to fuck me? You ready to shove that hard cock up my cunt hole?" I had actually forgotten that there was a third person there. My dick throbbed as I anticipated finding out who the mystery woman was. From Sandy's words, I expected that she must be wearing a strap-on dildo, and a woman fucking another woman with a strap-on was always a big turn-on for me!

"What makes you think I am less driven than you are? What makes you think that I would be satisfied with being the 'other woman' or the 'mistress''?" "Please spare me; I know about your relationship with the beta; anyone with an eye can figure it out. It is only a matter of time, and you would have to choose one of the two men, but that wouldn't be necessary if you were only seen as the 'other woman'," she says, using my term, "You would always get a taste of both."

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.