Withered Vows

Withered Vows

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Entering her hotel room, she was shocked to see her husband there. Recovering from her shock, she smirked with hatred burning in her heart. She turned towards the bathroom. "Come here." Her husband said with a straight face while pouring himself a glass of whiskey, "Please your husband,darling." he stated, widening his legs. He was surely here to satisfy his lust. The way he was sitting was itself demanding. The nerve. With that thought, she fumed at him with gritted teeth, "How do you want me to serve you?". He smiled cruelly, "Kneel, sweets." "And when I don't?" she challenged him. "when"? He chuckled and said with the commanding voice, "You don't defy me, darling." She smirked with hatred consuming her body completely. "Don't you know who my lawyer is?" With that sentence said, his mind reminded him about her betrayal with that supposed lawyer who always happens to be around his wife. Grabbing her arms, he pulled her closer to him, almost touching their faces. Their breath hitched with proximity. He scanned her face closely to see some changes on her face with mild makeup. Captivating! He concluded. She stepped back from him, and he said, "Stop hanging out with your little lover." She was clearly amused by his words and wanted to add some fire to it: "He's absolutely not little." He took a step closer to her to look into her eyes, which were dancing with mirth. "Don't forget-he's your sister-in-law's fiancé. Refrain yourself from these kinds of acts". Pausing to grab a strand of hair falling on her face to tuck it behind her ear, he said, "You very well know what people call these kinds of women." She didn't flinch from the venom in his words and asked, "AND WHAT KIND OF WORDS DO PEOPLE USE TO CALL A MAN WHO'S MARRIED AND HAVING AFFAIRS WITH DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WOMEN?'' "My lawyer will talk to you about molestation charges and restraining order. NOW OUT." with she went towards the bathroom. 🥇#1 IN PROXIMITY
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It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.

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