𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 · "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞."
After losing her job and being left at the altar, Dr. Fiona Page is left to pick up the pieces of a "picture perfect" lif...
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CW:Exhibitionism, discussions of sexual fantasies, soft!dom!James, fucking in a haunted maze, degradation kink, power play, oral sex.
11,000+ words of smut, humor, and chaos. Enjoy! And please vote and comment. I worked my ass off on this so please engage with the chapter! While I appreciate people commenting on my discussion board, I also like to see comments on my actual fics! Thanks!
Did we unravel a long time ago? Is there too much we don't wanna know I wish it was easy, but it isn't so Oh, we could make a good thing bad - Daisy Jones & the Six, "Honeycomb"
JAMES
January 16, 2023
He was buzzing again, a smile on his face as he sat down at his desk. This was as close to cloud nine as he could possibly fucking get. He couldn't stop thinking about her, just behind that wall. The sounds she made, the way she came around his cock. Part of him wanted to go back into her office and fuck her again. He was insatiable, and part of him felt like he had some passion back.
There was something about the way she didn't tell him to fuck off and leave when he asked her to go to the carnival with him. He still didn't know why he asked. He still couldn't figure out if she really even liked him, or if she was just doing the same thing to him that he did to so many women. Either way, he didn't really mind it.
James opened up his laptop and pulled up Google. He had a meeting with Kate in about half an hour that he had to prep for, but his mind was wandering, already looking up nightly rates for hotels. Somewhere nice, maybe near Cannon Beach. He wanted to fuck Fiona somewhere nice.
Maybe they could spend the weekend in a hotel and get to know each other a little.
Or maybe she would hate that, considering their history and the fact that he ran out on her.
James almost felt like texting her and suggesting it just to get a rise out of her.
Maybe a good hate fuck.
He'd love a good hate fuck, even if he had to pretend to hate her.
They were supposed to be enemies with benefits, after all.
Still, he kept looking through hotels, at different rooms. One of them had a balcony. He'd fuck her on a balcony. James bookmarked it, and as he kept clicking through different options, his office door opened and Steve practically burst through and his head snapped up. His best friend was dressed in a black turtleneck, his beard neatly groomed, and his long blonde hair pushed back and out of his face. He had a pair of thick tortoiseshell glasses that seemed to brighten along with the smile on his face. Honestly, he looked like a teenager when he stuck his head in the door.
