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Calista sat at the dinner table, her gaze fixed on Millicent, observing her every move. It wasn’t unusual for Millicent to be polite, but tonight, something felt… diffrent. She seemed almost too attentive to Veronica.
Millicent reached across the table, grabbing the serving dish of roasted vegetables.
“Here, let me get that for you, Veronica,” she said, her tone soft, her smile easy.
“Thank you, Millicent,” Veronica replied with a charming smile, her fingers brushing against Millicent’s as she accepted the dish.
Calista’s eyes narrowed. Why is she acting so… accommodating? she thought, her grip tightening on her fork.
As the dinner progressed, Millicent kept finding excuses to be near Veronica. She caught food for her, helped refill her glass, and even followed her into the kitchen after the meal to assist with washing dishes. Calista stayed back in the living room with the family, her jaw clenched, watching from a distance as Millicent and Veronica worked together, their laughter drifting faintly into the room.
When the night ended, Millicent took Calista back to their shared home. The drive was quiet, Calista’s suspicions swirling in her mind.
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Millicent tried to act as though nothing was amiss. She kissed Calista softly, pulling her close as they slipped into bed.
“You’re so beautiful,” Millicent murmured, running her fingers through Calista’s hair.
Their intimacy was tender yet passionate, a routine Millicent knew well to keep Calista content. But in the back of Millicent’s mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about Veronica’s voice, her touch, her lips.
Hours later, Millicent was woken by her phone vibrating on the nightstand. She squinted at the screen, the name “Veronica” glaring back at her.
“Hello?” Millicent whispered, careful not to wake Calista.
“You need to come out,” Veronica said, her voice low and laced with mischief. “I’m at the pub, waiting for you.”
Millicent hesitated for a moment but eventually relented. “Alright, I’ll be there.”
She quickly scribbled a note, leaving it on the bedside table alongside a bouquet of flowers she’d bought earlier, a guilty gesture for Calista. Then, without a second glance, she slipped out of the house.
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The pub was dimly lit, filled with the hum of conversation and clinking glasses. Veronica was sitting at the bar, dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her figure perfectly.
Millicent approached, and Veronica smirked, pushing a glass toward her. “Drink up. We have a long night ahead.”
After several rounds of drinks, their laughter turned into whispers, and their whispers into stolen kisses. Veronica leaned in, her lips brushing Millicent’s ear. “Let’s go to my place.”
They stumbled into Veronica’s penthouse, a luxurious space filled with sleek furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, and the scent of expensive perfume lingered in the air.
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FanfictionIn a tangled web of emotions, she's torn between her devoted girlfriend and her future sister-in-law, a magnetic force that stirs feelings she's never expected. As love and desire collide, she grapples with the weight of her heart's betrayals, knowi...
