Her once true love defects to Dauntless, abandoning her.
Penelope finds herself lonesome two years later. She has everything she could ask for, but nothing is fulfilling. That's until she comes across Charlie again. Old feelings are lost but somethi...
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"Fucking hell!" Eric bellowed, completely enraged.
He rushed out of bed, angrily pulling on a pair of black pants he located. They looked to be part of the attire for his leader's outfit. Unlike other pairs he wore, those were loose. He was able to hide his erection, but he hadn't bothered pulling on a shirt. So, with no shirt on and wet, messy hair, he angrily walked out, into the living room.
Right when he left, leaving Penelope, she became more conscious of what almost happened. Her skin was still burning from Eric's touch, like the spot he devoured near her neck. She tentatively touched it, and found that it was quite sensative. And her dress was gathered around her waist, with her underwear in show. She shook her head in disapproval then climbed out of bed.
"Couldn't you have given me this tomorrow morning?!" Eric demanded the person.
The person laughed humorously—a girl.
"And miss this?"
Emma.
Penelope peeked from behind the bedroom door, her fingers wrapping around the edge. The front door was wide open, both Eric and Emma inside. She wore tight clothing like last time, everything rather emphasized. It just seemed like she was purposely showing more cleavage this time. Just how she was purposely inching closer to Eric, her pale hand slowly reaching up, closing in the space.
She was trying to touch Penelope's husband.
My husband, she thought, anger boiling inside her.
"There's nothing of your interest here, Emma," Eric snarled.
Emma raised an eyebrow, puckering her cherry-colored lips. Then, her hand planted itself on Eric's bare chest.
"Really? Because I see something pretty interesting in front of me."
Eric tensed at her touch then immediately shoved her hand off. She only laughed again, throwing back her head.
"Oh, Eric. ." she purred. "Is your adorably naive wife here?"
Her question was a whisper, but Penelope clearly heard her words.
"See, if she's asleep or busy doing something else, we could get busy ourselves." Her green eyes flashed seductively, and she batted her lashes. "Let's take the couch, baby, like old times."
"We're taking nothing, Emma. You'll be taking the front door and getting the hell out."
Emma feigned hurt, her hand resting over her exposed chest. Then, her black fingernails slightly tugged down her v-neck, exposing more of her cleavage.
"Come on, Eric, baby," she purred, again. "We'll be quiet, and you can do as you please. Matter of fact, I could get on my knees, just like the old days."
