His hands were clammy as they clumsily undid the buttons on her blouse, cupping her breast greedily.
“Sorry, Minj.” She pushed him away. “Bank’s closed.” Her head was spinning from the lack of oxygen, being packed into the ballroom like a bunch of sardines. The lights of the grandiose chandeliers danced off the crystal décor causing her to see tiny white dots floating on the inside of her eyelids every time she blinked.
When they had arrived back at their own residence, her husband had wasted no time, scooping her up gallantly and carrying her up the stairs and into the bedroom, setting her down at the foot of the bed, her feet connecting with the plush white carpet.
“Come on, baby.” Her husband begged, stepping closer causing her small frame to fall onto bed when she tried to back away.
“Not tonight.” She held firm, unsuccessfully trying to wiggle out from under the man’s weight.
“Please, Sana.” He whispered in her ear, nibbling on the sensitive skin below it, right where her neck connected with her jaw. Normally, the action would have her in pieces, giving in immediately. But lately, nothing her husband did could elicit any sort of sexual response. She felt empty.
“I’ll be quick.” He continued. “I promise. It’ll be so short you won’t even know.”
“That’s not the only short thing around here.” She muttered to herself but allowed him to continue undressing her, before undoing the buckle of his belt.
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“What’s eating you?” Nayeon asked as she stepped into the sun lit foyer of the Mahone residence, her heels clicking on the tile floor as she walked to the coat rack. Sliding off her gloves and tucking them into the pocket of her pea coat she hung the garment up on one of the mahogany limbs.
“I don’t know.” Sana shrugged, leading the two further inside when the taller woman had finished. The house was pristine, too shiny, too white, too big, too sunny, too bright, just too much. It made the pupils in her warm chocolate eyes shrink at the strain. “I just don’t feel happy anymore.” She fell back dramatically into the luxuriously uncomfortable velvet couch. Despite it costing an arm and a leg, it was nowhere near soft.
“I’ve noticed. What’s gotten into you?” her friend asked, settling in a much more lady-like fashion in the armchair next to her, crossing her legs at her ankles. “You have it all.”
She was right. The Mahones were a well-established family, bringing in more money a month than Sana even knew what to do with. She should be thankful. Minj had showered her with gifts of all sorts, anything she wanted. Even things she didn’t want, he got her anyway. Any sensible woman would fall at her feet just be remotely as well off as she was. She had really been lucky to have such a rich heir fall in love with her.
“I don’t want it all.” She sighed, one finger gliding along the rim of the beaded lamp to her side.
“Pish posh.” The taller woman waved a hand dismissingly. “Don’t be such a wet blanket.”
“No really, Nay.” She responded flatly. “I don’t know what’s happened between us but nothing feels right anymore. I’m actually quite tired of the parties and sitting around like some object to be paraded around. All we ever do is hop from party to party. Eat, sleep, sex.”
“I don’t see what’s so wrong with that.” The older woman chuckled, fiddling with the diamond ring on her left hand.
“That’s because Jeongyeon is good to you.” She sighed.
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Fanfiction"I've tipped off a dick to come and scout this place out." She threatened, wringing her gloves nervously. She was thankful that the green-eyed woman couldn't past the window to call her out on it. "If you don't want this place busted, you'll let me...
