Michelle's mind raced, a chaotic swirl of emotions as her bare back pressed against the cold mirror. The chill of the glass was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from Kelly's lips on her skin, every kiss igniting a fire that she wasn't sure she wanted to extinguish. She tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut, her hands tangled in Kelly's hair as if to ground herself. The reality of where she was and how she got here seemed to drift further and further away with each passing second.
This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to be at the after-party, basking in the spotlight she'd worked so hard to claim, celebrating her bravery in stepping out of her comfort zone. This night was meant to mark her triumph, her independence, her emergence from the shadows she'd lived in for far too long. And yet, here they were. The shadows weren't gone—they'd only taken new shapes.
Kelly's lips trailed down her neck, burning against her skin, leaving Michelle breathless and trembling. She wanted to be angry, to push Kelly away, but her body betrayed her, her grip on Kelly tightening. They'd had an understanding, hadn't they? They were both supposed to be free of this, to escape the twisted web they'd been caught in for years. The one Beyoncé had spun so expertly, keeping them tethered to her—and to each other.
Michelle's eyes flickered open, catching Beyoncé's gaze. The other woman was watching her, her lips curved into that knowing, infuriating smile. Beyoncé's hands roamed Kelly's body, her lips grazing Kelly's neck and shoulder, mirroring every move Kelly made on Michelle. Beyoncé's dark eyes never left Michelle's, holding her captive, daring her to look away.
It hit Michelle like a wave—this wasn't an accident. They were here again, tangled in this endless loop of desire and power, and Beyoncé was the puppet master pulling the strings. Michelle wanted to fight it, to reclaim control, but her body wouldn't obey. The sensation of Kelly's lips and Beyoncé's stare was too much, and she felt herself slipping, surrendering to the pull once again.
Just as the tension reached its breaking point, a loud knock shattered the moment like glass.
The women froze. Kelly's lips hovered over Michelle's collarbone, her breath warm and uneven. Beyoncé's hands stilled on Kelly's waist, her gaze narrowing at the door. Michelle's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her pulse pounding in her ears.
The knock came again, louder this time. A voice followed, muffled but unmistakable. "Michelle? Are you in there? We're waiting for you, we're about to head to the after-party!"
The spell was broken. The three women pulled apart, the air between them charged with lingering electricity. Michelle blinked, her reflection in the mirror catching her off guard. Her lips were swollen, her skin flushed, and her eyes wide with a mix of fear, confusion, and something else she didn't want to name.
Beyoncé let out a low chuckle, stepping back and smoothing her dress as if nothing had happened. "Well," she said, her voice cool and composed, "looks like the party's waiting."
Kelly turned toward the door, her expression unreadable, but Michelle could see the hesitation in her movements. Michelle, meanwhile, struggled to steady her breathing, her back still pressed against the mirror. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come.
The knock came again, insistent this time, forcing her to move. "I'll—be out in a second," Michelle called, her voice shaky but firm.
Beyoncé's smirk softened into something more enigmatic as she glanced at Michelle one last time. "We'll see you there," she said smoothly, her voice laced with a quiet promise that made Michelle's stomach flip.
Kelly followed Beyoncé to the door, but not before her fingers brushed Michelle's one last time—a fleeting touch that left Michelle feeling more unsteady than ever. As the door closed behind them, Michelle let out a shaky breath, turning back to her reflection. Overwhelmed with shame, Michelle stared at herself. She wasn't supposed to let this happen again, not tonight.

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