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Seated on an elegant lounge chair, with your feet propped up on a cushion, you were eating a slice of strawberry cake.
You licked the frosting from your lips with a seductive look as you made eye contact with your husband, Mycroft, who was at his desk dealing with paperwork.
The older man looked at you with a blank expression "Dearest, you shouldn't over indulge on sweets. You'll get fat."
You roll your eyes and lean back in the chair, slowly popping another piece of the dessert into your mouth while crossing your legs slowly, allowing your dress to ride up your thigh, exposing the soft supple skin with a smirk.
Mycroft knew what you were trying to do and just looked at you with the same bored expression.
"Your acting like a little whore. Stop that." He says with clear distant in his voice.
You stop and pout.
He was always like this, never giving you an ounce of attention.
"Don't you love me?" You asked while fixing your dress properly.
Mycroft rubbed his temples in annoyance "Do you think I would marry you if I didn't? Now please leave me be." He said with a grunt and looked back down at his paperwork.
You gather your skirts and stand "Sometimes I wonder why you even bothered."
You turn on your heel and left the room, making sure you slammed the doors behind you.
If there was anything Mycroft hated more than the thought of being poor, it was loud noises.
You stomp down the steps, a few of the maids glanced at you but said nothing.
You knew they'd be gossiping once you were out of earshot.
Grabbing your shawl and bonnet you left the manor, and headed to somebody who would give you the attention you craved.
Sebastian Moran.
The man of many lovers, but you were his favourite and you knew it.
Walking to his rather shabby apartment was a breeze, since it was rather quiet on the streets you didn't have to worry about any creeps trying to pull you in a darken alley way.
You knock on the door, a warm lantern glow inside let you know he was home.
"Came to see me again huh?"
The familiar teasing tone of Moran immediately made you feel better.
You rush into his arms with a small smile.
"Oh Moran, I've missed you."
He hugs you back and chuckled softly.
"You seen me two days ago, and from what I remember-"
You slap a hand over his mouth to silence him and blush "Not the point."
You knew each time you came here it always ended with you splayed on your back and legs spread for him.
He removes your hand and just smirks slightly "Of course. Want a drink or anything?"
You sit down on the old armchair, enjoying how comfy it was. Nothing like Mycrofts stiff furniture.
"Sure." You respond.
Moran pulls two bottles of whiskey out from his cupboard and starts mixing them in silence.
You were so comfortable here, everything seemed to fit perfectly.
But you knew by the way Moran looked at you as he set the drink down in front of you, you were out of place in his world.
With your perfect complexion and large frilly dresses you were nothing like the loud bar maids he often fucked here.
You were to clean, to perfect for him.
But you were lots of fun.
You take a delicate sip and try not to wrinkle your nose at how the drink burned your throat.
Moran laughed "I suppose your husband gives you drinks that are much sweeter huh."
You look into the cup and sigh "Let's not talk about him."
Moran took a swig and stretched his long legs out onto the coffee table while watching you.
"Another fight?" He asked curiously.
You shrug and set your drink down and folded your hands in your lap, which Moran came to know was a habit.
"He just doesn't listen to me, I swear he doesn't even care if I'm around or not. I don't know why I even bothered to marry him or why he proposed." You said with a small sad expression.
Moran listened with a calm expression.
"That's rich men sweet thing, there in love with there money."
He wasn't wrong of course, but there were sweet moments when your husband would pull you in for a sweet kiss, or share a warm bath with you.
Deep down inside you knew you loved each other.
Moran knew, no matter how many times you both made love and told eachother your secrets and desires, there was no way you two would ever fall in love with one another.
It was simple, you were each others form of therapy.
You just smiled gently and got up from your chair and plopped yourself in Morans lap, "Enough of that, let's just focus on you and I."
He nods with a smirk and brings your face down to kiss you.
It was short and sweet.
And before you knew it you were on his bed naked.
One thing Moran couldn't get enough of was your pretty little moans, he never heard any other woman make such sweet sounds.
He didn't need to take long to prep you and slipped inside you easily.
"Ah!~"
The room reverberated with both of your moans and groans.
Moran always made sure you finished first before he did, so when you creamed around his cock, he immediately pulled out and shot his load into his hand.
He knew better than to impregnate you.
As soon as you both laid down, a space between you both was left.
It was easier for both of you to not share a cuddle.
As Moran rolled on his side and closed his eyes, he knew when he woke up your side of the bed would be cold and empty.
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