shameless || the weeknd

doubt.

Sidra woke up the next day feeling hopeful in her momentum. This showed as she happily got ready for her well-needed day to herself where no cases or attractive men were involved.

She made sure to sleep in, resting her aching muscles and stretching before she made herself breakfast. It wasn't until late in the afternoon that she realized that she never texted her suspect back like she said she would, which could've made her look even more suspicious after her actions at the party.

But it wasn't the fact that it was almost the middle of the day when she noticed, but it was the realization that he hadn't bothered to hit her back up either.

The possibility of why he never gave her a second thought threatened to kill her relaxation as she scrolled through her TV looking for something to distract herself with.

She debated on calling up her homegirl, but decided against it knowing they would just end up talking about men. It just seemed like everything she did to try and avoid Abel's pull on her only made her think about him more.

After failing to find something to keep her mind visually stimulated on TV, she ended up getting a head start on her dinner for the next two days. Sidra whole-heartedly poured herself into the Italian recipe she found online, feeling grateful that she finally had the time to cook.

Before she knew it, it was six o'clock, and with every second that went by, she began to doubt her capability to deny herself what she needed. Or what Abel went out of his way to show she needed.

She let out a small sigh as she finished up her cooking, the thought of the older man groping her body on the same counter she was straining her pasta on coming to her. She rolled her eyes at the lewd memory, continuing her cooking only for her thoughts to become more detailed.

She should've been thinking about how she was going to compose herself around her partner now that they were going to work more closely together. But instead, she was thinking about how weak Abel managed to make her the last time they were together.

She thought about what it was like to look up at him while she was under him. What it felt like to get fucked by a powerful man who gave her everything she felt he would hold back when they were together. Not to mention her having the ability to make a man like him jealous, even for a second.

Sidra chewed on her bottom lip as she remembered how much her insides felt numb because of how much she drank and how much of him was inside her.

She swallowed slowly as her thighs rubbed together while she cleaned up her kitchen space. Her pussy still hurt from the last time they had sex, but the thought of him adding to her pain only made it start to throb.

She rolled her eyes at how easily her own suspect could make her become sexually bothered. The young girl never had much of a sexual appetite until she met him and she cursed the revelation.

After finishing her cleaning, she let her horny thoughts persuade her into pleasuring herself in her room, stupidly wishing that she had access to the footage of him bending her over his desk the first time they had sex.

Instead, she settled for the use of her slender fingers, picturing Abel's longer ones instead. She licked her lips slowly as she teased herself like he would, running her fingers up her slit while the picture of him staring her down flashed in her head.