As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting gentle rays of light into the room, Rebecca stirred from her slumber, her body protesting with every movement. She winced as she shifted, the soreness a harsh reminder of the events that had transpired the night before. With a groan, she glanced to her side, expecting to find Freen's comforting presence, but the space beside her lay empty, a void that echoed with the silence of her absence.
A pang of apprehension gripped her heart as she scanned the room, searching for any sign of her. The realization that he might have already left for work washed over her, leaving her feeling oddly hollow.
"She might already going to work." Rebecca mumbles. Slowly, Rebecca pushed herself upright, her limbs heavy with exhaustion and her whole body aching especially her private part. Her gaze fell upon the disheveled bed, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the bloodstained sheets.
A flush of embarrassment flooded her cheeks as memories of the previous night flooded her mind, mingling with a heady mix of desire and uncertainty.
"Oh god," she muttered to herself, pressing a hand to her forehead as if to dispel the fog of confusion that clouded her thoughts. "What have I done?" Her virginity is gone, and its belong to freen's. The person she wish she's not. At the moment, she unknowingly blushing alone, thinking about last night.
Her inner turmoil was interrupted by a soft knock at the door, and she froze, her heart skipping a beat. With a shaky breath, she called out, "Come in."
Suddenly, freen stepped into the room, her expression a mix of concern and hesitation as she took in the sight before her. "Rebecca," she began, her voice gentle yet tinged with uncertainty. "Are you... okay?"
Rebecca forced a tight-lipped smile, the weight of her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just a little... sore."
Freen's brow furrowed with concern as she approached her, her gaze softening with understanding. "I'm sorry," she said softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "I should have been more careful."
Rebecca's eyes flickered with a mixture of relief and longing as she met her gaze, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. "It's not your fault," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the thudding of her own heart. "I... I wanted this. We wanted this isn't it?"
Freen smiles gently, Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, each word and gesture a testament to the unspoken bond that bound them together. Rebecca was about to stepping to the bathroom but she winced in pain. "Ughh.."
Freen's concern for Rebecca was evident in the furrow of her brow and the worry etched upon her face as she tentatively offered her assistance. "Should I help you take a shower?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.
Rebecca's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the suggestion, her mind racing with thoughts of their intimate encounter from the night before. With a quick shake of her head, she stammered out a response, her words coming out in a rush of nervousness. "N-no! I... I will take a shower by myself."
Freen nodded understandingly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she reassured her. "Of course," she said gently. "I will wait for you downstairs. I've made breakfast."
Relief flooded through Rebecca at her understanding, grateful for her patience and kindness in the midst of her turmoil. With a shaky smile, she watched as freen left the room, the warmth of her presence lingering in the air long after she had gone.
Alone once more, Rebecca took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. As she made her way to the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation mingled with a sense of trepidation. But with Freen's unwavering support, she knew that she could face whatever challenges lay ahead, her heart buoyed by the knowledge that she was not alone.
Its crazy, when she was taking her shower, rebecca touch her neck, collarbone and everywhere in her skin reminded her of freen's actions from last night. Gosh. Its like every scenes is flooding and throwback in her head. Fuck.
How freen kissed her, freen touch her, freen fuc—- ops. Fuck rebecca!! Stop it!
Rebecca quickly proceed her showers and After her shower, Rebecca emerged from her room, clad in a simple yet comfortable outfit, her mind still buzzing with the remnants of the night before. As she entered the kitchen, she was greeted by the sight of Freen seated at the dining table, her gaze fixed on something in the distance.
"You should've eaten first," rebecca murmured softly, her voice tinged with guilt as she approached the table.
In an instant, Freen was on her feet, pulling out a chair for rebecca with a warm smile. "Nah, I wanted to wait for you," she said, her eyes softening with affection as she gestured for her to sit.
Awkwardly, Rebecca sank into the chair, touched by her thoughtfulness as they began to eat, the tension from the previous night still lingering in the air between them like a palpable presence.
"D-did you not going to work today?" she ventured, breaking the uneasy silence that hung over them.
Freen met her gaze, her expression somber as she shook her head. "No, I'm gonna meet Noah," she replied simply, her tone gentle yet laden with significance.
Rebecca's heart plummeted at her words, a pang of unease gripping her chest. Though she knew she had no right to feel jealous, the thought of Freen spending time with another's woman son only served to amplify her insecurities. But, its freen's son. Freen and her ex wife son. Ugh!
For a moment, the air between them grew heavy with unspoken emotions, the weight of their unspoken fears and desires hanging thick in the air. And as they continued their meal, each bite served as a bitter reminder of the uncertainty that lay ahead, their hearts teetering on the edge of something unknown.
"Uhm..." Rebecca stutters, while her hands keep playing the foods with her spoon. Freen look up and raise her eyebrows. "hm?"
With a little grin, rebecca put down her spoon and stares to freen. "Can i go with you?" Rebecca asked with her puppy eyes, making a little pout and that's when freen gasped, staring to her with a gulp. "W-what?" She mumbled out of disbelief.
"Can i go with you...."
Clearing her throat a little out of nervous, freen make a awkward chuckled. "Uh y-yes! Yes of course." She replied, only to earn rebecca's wide smile before rebecca continued her breakfast happily. Silently, freen grasp for her chest and cursed under her breath.
Gosh, this little girl gonna be the dead of me.
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A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)
Lãng mạnA 20 years old girl meet a 33 old woman, who's also a widower and had a 3 years old son. What happened if their fate crossed and becoming one only to seek for a revenge? (Widower : Someone that divorced with their partner)
