Beautiful Betrayal

Evil Thought

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"How do I feel about you?
I'm glad you asked, she whispered.
Now put your hands between my legs and find out for yourself."

~Michael Faudet.

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V I C T O R I A

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I woke up late but still felt too lazy to get out of bed. I've been at my parents' house for a week now. A few minutes after turning and tossing, I picked up my phone from the nightstand and saw that I had a few unread messages. Upon opening the text message, I discovered it was from Dominic. Feeling giddy, I began reading his texts eagerly. Since that night, he had been persistently pestering me to return home, and today was no different. A smile appeared on my lips as I read his texts:

Dominic: I miss you.

Dominic: Show some mercy on your husband, my love.

Dominic: Can I take you home today?

A lingering smile adorned my face as I absorbed his text, but abruptly, my phone began to ring, breaking the quiet moment. The sudden ring of the phone jolted me into action. I quickly got up from the bed, my fingers working urgently to comb through my hair in a hasty attempt to look presentable. After a few seconds, convinced that I looked presentable, I received the video call. Seated in his office chair, looking as fresh and handsome as ever, he uttered with adorable eyes and a pout, "I miss you." I couldn't help but laugh as I witnessed his pitiful expression.

"Aww, really?" I asked, and he eagerly nodded his head like a child.

I chuckled seeing his adorable antics. "I miss you too."

"Really? Then why aren't you coming home?"

"Oh hon, I told you that I wanted to spend some time with my parents."

"I understand that, but you've already spent a considerable amount of time with them, and now I need you. I want you back in our home. My arms miss your presence. Look here, I can't even breathe properly without you," he said, choking dramatically for emphasis.

"Stop," I laughed wholeheartedly at his dramatic antics. "Are you not being a bit overdramatic today?"

"No, absolutely not," he insisted. "And you know what?"

"What?"

"I love pink."

"What?"

"Pink is my current favorite color."

"What are you saying?"

"Specifically, I love hot pink."

With confusion written all over my face, I looked at him. Then, my gaze lowered, and a wave of realization swept over me. The thin fabric of my t-shirt revealed the lacy details of my hot pink brà.

"Dominic?"

"Hmm..."

He didn't avert his eyes from my breast. "My eyes are up here."

"I know, but I'm happier looking at your breast."

"Dominic!!!! You're a pervert," I exclaimed, quickly covering my breast with blanket.

He let out a sigh, as though I were being unreasonable in the situation. "You don't understand my pain," he lamented, followed by another dramatic sigh, which made me roll my eyes.