Iris:
"You shouldn’t be doing sothing like that. Why do you want your child to suffer because of your mistakes?" she remarked.
Her tone was harsh. If I had not been scared of my mother finding out, I would have told her to mind her own business.
I would have been angry with her for stopping from having a little pleasure in my life, for going after what I wanted in the mont.
But before I could respond, she added, "And giving yourself to that man– hasn’t he embarrassed you and rejected you enough tis?"
The way she said it made feel disgusted with myself. My fist clenched and I only nodded.
"I don’t want you to be this way. I don’t want to control your life, but Iris, he will ruin everything for you," she whispered.
I felt so awkward standing there, like a culprit.
"I know I’m just your mother’s secretary, and you’re a crowned princess in front of . I should not be saying all this to you, but Iris, I care for you," she uttered softly.
I finally raised my head, and our eyes t. I noticed the way she reacted to the look in my eyes.
She had probably spotted the genuine tears in them.
Before I could say a word, I broke down, and she quickly wrapped her arms around , pulling into a hug.
"Please don’t tell my mom," I requested in a broken, shaky voice.
I could hear her heartbeat thundering in her chest as she held a princess crying in her arms.
She patted my back, and I finally pulled away, sniffling and trying to keep myself together.
"I wouldn’t," she replied.
My head snapped up at her.
"I wouldn’t tell your mother. I wouldn’t tell anyone. Don’t worry," she whispered in confirmation.
I did not know if I could trust her in that mont, but I wanted to trust her badly.
Because telling my mom would an a lot of trouble.
"Now, don’t think too much. Go change and rest. I’ll go get your clothes from your bedroom," Scarlett said, walking out of my room after patting my back.
It did seem like she was genuinely worried for , but how would I know if it was even true?
For all I knew, the next day I would wake up to my mom bombarding with questions.
I took a warm shower, but even under the water, I could not help touching my skin, missing the way Kash had held .
I was shocked that he still had it in him, the way he could make my body feel all that heat.
Rembering the way he held , I wrapped my arms around myself and thought about him before taking a deep breath and resting my hand against the wall.
In a mont of weakness, my hand reached for my naked, soft boob, and I couldn’t help but squeeze it gently, feeling a surge of pleasure.
I bit my lower lip, closing my eyes as a shiver ran down my spine.
With a deep breath, I let my hand trail down to my vagina between my legs, feeling the heat and wetness that awaited .
"Ahh!" As my fingers made contact with my wet and shaved pussy, a soft moan escaped my lips, sending a wave of desire through my body.
Leaning back against the cool wall of the shower, the water dropping over , I massaged my pussy aggressively.
My fingers danced along my swollen pussy lips, teasing and caressing, while my other hand continued to fondle my boob.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I lost myself in the pleasure of my own touch.
As I pushed my middle finger inside my vagina, a wave of pleasure washed over .
My mind was consud with thoughts of Kash penetrating .
I began to move my finger in and out with increasing intensity, gripping my breast as the other one bounced with each movent.
I trembled with pleasure, unable to stop as my body convulsed with each thrust.
My finger delved deeper inside , only to be pulled out again, driving to the brink of ecstasy.
I then inserted another finger, my desire for Kash’s cock growing so intense that I found myself biting my lower lip, the taste of blood adding to the lustfulness of the mont.
As I continued, I felt a warm liquid spill over my fingers, my stomach aching from the intensity of my self-pleasure.
After reaching my climax, I stood under the shower, feeling a mix of pleasure and misery wash over .
All I could do was think about him and satisfy myself, despite the fact that he had cheated on .
As the haze of lust cleared, guilt and self-disgust crept in, reminding of the betrayal I had endured.
I walked out of the bathroom in a towel, but I noticed that Scarlett had still not returned.
I grew anxious because I was starting to feel cold.
I reached for the door, thinking I could step out and quickly get to my bedroom, which was right beside my children’s room, and see where Scarlett was.
By the ti I reached the door, I heard noises outside.
"So did anything happen between Kash and Iris?" I heard my mother ask Scarlett.
I could hear a small grunt from Scarlett. My heart began to pound in my chest.
I rembered she had told she would not tell my mother.
This mont would show whether she was truly trustworthy.
"No," she replied.
I had only started to breathe in relief when suddenly I heard a loud smack against her. I covered my mouth in shock.
"I saw everything from down the hall!" my mother yelled.
That was when I stepped away from the door because my mother already knew I was there.
She slamd the door open, having caught Scarlett lying to her and caught standing at the doorway listening to them.
She glared at with her fist clenched, and before I knew it, she pushed inside and snatched the towel from , leaving exposed and miserable in front of her and my children’s nanny.
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