𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡

I let out a moan as Furosa pounds into me, my skimpy club dress falling off my body. After the incident with Tiago, I decided to treat myself to a drink, which ended up leading to this moment; Being with Furosa.

'Please, Sir.' I whimper, as his hand lands on my ass. 'You want this, Aurelia?'

'Yes!' I say, when his dick flounders further inside of me. My head falls back, into that of bliss and pleasure. My legs spread and are untamed, shaking as I climax.

My frail hands land on Furosa's back, grasping onto him firmly, with all the strength left within me. 'Beautiful.' He mutters, sucking my errected nipple.

A seal of sweat binds me to him, but I'm still fully aware of the issue on my hands. Getting up, I allow the dress to cover me up, twice again.

'Where are you going?' Furosa asks, letting out a breath. 'Home. I need to speak to Tiago.'

'What's got stuck up his ass?'

'He's being childish, that's all.' I brush off, landing a kiss on his cheek. 'I can sort it out.' Furosa says. 'Really?' I reply, sarcastically.
'Yes, really.' He announces, rolling his eyes.

I ponder on the thought for a second, before replying, 'Fine, but sort it out maturely, please.'

'I will, don't worry.'

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'Your never home anymore.' My Mother sighs, pouring herself another glass of wine. 'I think it's vice versa Mom.' I chuckle in response, shaking my head.

She doesn't argue, and instead continues to stare outside, a blank look on her face.

The weather outside is a crisis. A few days ago we were swarmed with cold, and now we're being basked with pools of heat. It's good weather currently nonetheless, and everyone seems to be enjoying it.

I head upstairs, and change into a more airy dress, that allows the rare wind to cool me down. I tuck my hair into a loose bun, allowing a few strands to free from the updo.

Satisfied, I go back to the kitchen and prepare some fruit. I take out a serving dish and cut up some strawberries and fresh cherries. Grabbing the plate, I place it on the balcony table, and land a kiss on my Mother's cheek.

It's a facade, however. A cover-up of my true deeds and a rope of regret, that silences me. I feel my eyes turn glossy, but I do my best to no let any tears fall.

Fake it until you make it, Aurelia.

Taking a seat, I reach out for the fruit and continue with my day, making it as natural as possible.