"Patience, Princess," I murmured against her lips, the words almost a growl.
She bit her lip, her frustration clear, but she didn't argue. Instead, she focused on the way I was driving her mad, her body trembling as I continued my slow, deliberate...
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JAYDEN
Something's off about Justine. Her behavior, her appearance-everything.
She still looks stunning, of course. The honey-blonde color she dyed her hair frames her face perfectly. But there's no denying it-she's lost a noticeable amount of weight, and no matter how gently I try to bring it up, she refuses to talk about it. I thought being honest about the whole Madison situation would bring us closer and clear the air. Instead, it feels like it's backfired completely.
It's like she thinks I'm in denial about my own feelings. That maybe I haven't fully moved on from Madison, and now she's in some unspoken competition. But that can't be it. Justine is the most confident woman I know-she radiates confidence. Her skin glows, and her body is gorgeous-soft yet toned in all the right places. And her personality? She captivates everyone around her. So why is she suddenly behaving like this?
I keep thinking about whether introducing her to Madison was a mistake. It's like ever since then, something in her shifted.
And lately, she's been bolder-like, way bolder. In the past week alone, she's gone down on me more times than I can count, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every second. But there's something different about it-she never lets me reciprocate. She focuses all her attention on me as if she's trying to prove something like she's afraid I'll lose interest if she doesn't keep me hooked. Our intimacy, something that used to feel so natural and mutual, now feels... off.
She's clingier, too. She can't stand being away from me. Every second we're apart, she's texting, calling, needing constant reassurance. It's not the same, and I'm worried. Our relationship isn't what it used to be. I need to figure out how to save it before things spiral any further.
Just now, she sent me a text: Meet me in the washroom.
I already know what's about to go down. And yeah, part of me is excited, but this isn't what I want our relationship to become. I don't want her to feel like she has to throw herself at me, to become someone she's not just to keep me. How do I get her to understand that I'm already head over heels for her? That nothing-no one-could change that?
I need to talk to Oscar. He's always had my back, and I'm hoping he'll know what to do. I can't lose Justine, especially not over something like this.
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I entered the girls' washroom, grinning as I saw Justine sitting there, her legs crossed and her back arched like she owned the place. Her honey-blonde hair fell over her shoulders, framing her face like a halo, but my smile faltered slightly. Her cheekbones were sharper than they'd been just a few weeks ago, and though she looked as gorgeous as ever, there was a fragility behind her eyes I couldn't ignore.
"Lock the door, Jay, and come closer," she beckoned, her voice soft but commanding. "Your princess is dying for a taste of you."
Her words sent a familiar jolt of desire through me, but even as I moved closer, something didn't feel right. I obeyed, closing the door and stepping between her thighs. She grabbed me, pulling me in, her lips brushing my ear. But there was an unspoken tension, a desperation hiding behind her usual confidence.
