Going Back To You

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Scarlett was caught off guard by Delilah Morgret surprising arriving and started kissing her, the sight of Delilah in pink so damn tight clothes that fit her body like a glove. Skintight clothes were such a turn on and a weakness for Scarlett, the way it's so tight, makes her heart pumping so fast! But she instantly remembered, Natalia! Her heart sank, she left. When did she leave? Did she leave the moment Delilah entered the room and she couldn't process everything with Delilah constantly kissing and her tongue entering, her hands all over and Scarlett immediately got all flustered and red by the sight of Delilah easily taking her dress off. But the most sexy and delicious sight was Delilah's pierced nipples and she instantly focused on her and hurried to the bedroom with Delilah. To be conflicted between two women, now achieved a new level of confusion and uncertainty between the two, the hurt Natalia must've felt the moment Delilah entered and up on Scarlett in the way that would make anyone take the hint that it's over before it even begun or whatever they are or what was going to be a thing.

Getting all tensed up, unable to think right, something Delilah noticed, she did what she did best and continued kissing, her tongue sliding in, dominating Scarlett's mouth and tongue, managed to get a moan out of her, Delilah's removed her dress, completely nude, never wearing any underwear to begin with, "Look at you getting all flustered, let's fix that, baby." In a seductively, low whispered, biting her ear as she wrapped her around Scarlett's neck, "All eyes on me, you're mine, I'm claiming you, Scarlett." Pulling her in for a passionate and heated kiss again, pushing Scarlett on the bed, straddling her, completely claiming Scarlett at this moment as hers, to forget all of her problems with her body and ways.

Meanwhile Natalia walked blocks, lying about ordering a cub and just needed to get away from that situation. Even more complicated moment with Scarlett, the way that woman just wrapped her arms and her lips on her mouth, but the way she was so confident in doing so. That much confidence, so much energy around her, Delilah, who she was, to create such a way to have Scarlett. If that wasn't bad enough, it was asking Scarlett what was real between them and Natalia feeling like an idiot. The hesitation, her eyes and body said enough what Natalia needed to hear and know. It was going to happen, as if it would even happen. They were not anything but pleasure and it was all in the contract and what they agreed on. What she agreed on from the moment she wanted to learned more about what she could do, the moment Natalia learned the affair and finding herself and her voice. Her strength.

Absentmindedly entering into a diner to collect her thoughts and the broken heart she hopes to forget and remind herself it was just for fun, for sex, for the experience. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She whispered in a hush tone to herself of the booth in the back, drying her tears, "Stop, you knew it would be like this, damn why did I even say it?" The worst part of it was, Scarlett didn't even texted or called so that's her answer, she has Delilah and she has no reason to be upset or angry about it. It wasn't meant to be a thing between them, now it's a confusing mess, unsure what to do or even face Scarlett again with the awkwardness and weirdness. So now who even knows what would happen.

Too busy to even notice someone making themselves sit down in the same booth as her, a familiar voice softly spoke, "Knew you would be here."

Natalia groaned in annoyance, glancing up at Patrick, with his stupid, charming face he always done, Natalia rolled her eyes, "I'm not in the mood and what do you even want now, Patrick?"

He gave a soft chuckle and the waitress brought down some french toast, waffles, Oreo milkshakes and some bacon and sausage, and ham. He didn't.

"Thank you. Now, since I already know what you're going to say, before you do, eat. I know you're hungry, especially looking at this feast. Of course, choosing between bacon or sausage can be such a hard decision..."

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