A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 34

Rebecca stepped into the living room, her gaze immediately drawn to Freen who seemed to be munching on something. Before she could get a clear view, Freen swiftly concealed whatever it was behind her back, her expression guarded. Freen was hiding it from rebecca, eyes still stuck on the televisions.

Rebecca's curiosity was piqued, but she chose to remain silent as she walked past Freen and headed upstairs without a word. There was a tension in the air, palpable yet unspoken, as she made her way to her room, leaving Freen alone in the living room with her thoughts.

Rebecca couldn't resist the opportunity for mischief as she tiptoed back towards Freen secretly, her eyes fixed on the snacks in Freen's hands. "Oh a snack huh." With a mischievous grin, she lunged forward, snatching the snacks away before Freen could react.

"Hey! Hey little kid!" Freen exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise as Rebecca made a swift getaway, her laughter echoing through the mansion. Freen's protests fell on deaf ears as Rebecca disappeared around a corner, the sound of her laughter fading into the distance.

"Rebecca!!!" Freen shout, as her determined pursuit left Rebecca with little recourse as she reached her room, hoping to find refuge behind the closed door. Yet, Freen's agility and determination proved too much, and she swiftly blocked Rebecca's path, slipping into the room with an undeniable smirk.

"You think you can run from me, huh, little kid?" Freen's taunt was accompanied by the sound of her slightly labored breaths, evidence of the chase that had just taken place. Rebecca's heart pounded in her chest as she realized she was trapped, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Gasping for breath, Rebecca made a dash for the bed, hoping to create some distance between herself and freen. But Freen was too quick, her movements agile and precise as she closed in on Rebecca with alarming speed.

With a swift motion, Freen reached out and seized Rebecca, her grip firm as she pushed her roughly onto the mattress. Rebecca's body collided with the soft surface of the bed, a gasp escaping her lips as she found herself pinned beneath Freen's weight.

As Freen loomed over her, a triumphant glint in her eyes, Rebecca's heart raced with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. She squirmed beneath Freen's grasp, her hands held firmly in place as she struggled to break free.

Rebecca's breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with Freen, the intensity of their gaze leaving her momentarily breathless. As Freen's stare softened, Rebecca felt a flutter in her chest, the sparkles in her eyes reflecting the depth of her emotions.

Freen's heart raced in response to the magnetic pull between them, her own gaze filled with a mixture of mischief and undeniable attraction. The electricity in the air crackled with tension as they remained locked in their silent exchange, oblivious to the world around them.

They lose in each other's stares for a while.

"F-Freen... Let me go—" Rebecca's voice faltered, her words barely a whisper as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of Freen's unwavering gaze.

But Freen was unmoved, her resolve evident in the firmness of her grip as she held Rebecca in place. "I won't, Rebecca" she replied, her tone teasing yet determined.

Rebecca's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized the absurdity of their situation. "Who asked you to steal my snacks?" Freen's playful accusation drew a nervous laugh from Rebecca, the tension between them momentarily broken by the lighthearted banter.

Freen could see how rebecca's face features was so gorgeous. Each one of her innocent yet determine eyes, her high pointed nose, her cheeks, her eyelash, and... her lips. There, freen stop for a while, she lose in her thoughts.

"Your eyes is so pretty." Freen's sudden compliments makes rebecca stops the nervous laugh as she gulped her saliva rapidly. Gosh. Why the air condition felt a little bit hot today?

Rebecca's breath caught in her throat at Freen's unexpected compliment, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as she struggled to form a coherent response.

"T-thank you," she managed to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart pounded in her chest, the warmth of Freen's gaze sending shivers down her spine.

As the air seemed to grow thicker around them, Rebecca couldn't help but wonder if the sudden rise in temperature was merely a figment of her imagination or a tangible manifestation of the undeniable chemistry between them.

From rebecca's side, she could see how freen's eyes seem a little bit darkened, those eyes was cold and sharp as a knife, her jaw was clench hardly, and her lips, freen's lips slightly gaped, and a little trembling.

Freen's gaze lingered on Rebecca's lips, her breath hitching in her throat as she struggled to find the right words. The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with tension as they still locked in a silent battle of wills. Freen licked her own lips nervously, a flush rising to her cheeks as she grappled with the overwhelming surge of emotions coursing through her veins.

"Your lips..." Freen's voice trailed off, her throat feeling tight as she attempted to push past the lump that had formed there. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, willing herself to regain her composure before turning back to face Rebecca, a teasing smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"Your lips look like the dead skin hanging on it like trash. It's chapped," Freen remarked, her laughter bubbling up as she reveled in her own amusement. But beneath the facade of amusement, there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability that she quickly masked with bravado.

Rebecca's response was swift and filled with fury, her anger boiling over at Freen's taunting words. With a sharp kick aimed at Freen's stomach, she unleashed her pent-up frustration, the force of her blow sending Freen stumbling backward with a gasp of surprise.

"F*** you," Rebecca spat out, her voice trembling with rage as she met Freen's gaze with a glare that could cut through steel. "It's better my lips are chapped than your lips look like a slut's lips. You know, kissing people around and so on. Including YOUR EX WIFE."

The mention of Freen's ex-wife hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the secrets and betrayals that lingered between them like a dark shadow. With a final scoff and a defiant stomp, Rebecca turned on her heel and stormed away, leaving Freen to grapple with the aftermath of their heated exchange.

As the echoes of their confrontation faded into silence, Freen was left alone in the wake of Rebecca's departure, her mind reeling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The room felt emptier somehow, the weight of their unresolved tension hanging heavy in the air like a thick fog that refused to dissipate.

With a little scoffed, freen tracing her own lips with her other hand still holding her stomach. "I like feisty woman." She mumbles, a tint smirk plastered on her lips.