Elise Strikes again
322 Words
The morning after Ava’s discovery felt deceptively calm. Damien was attentive, present, even tender. But Ava knew better than to trust the quiet. Secrets didn’t die overnight and Elise wasn’t the kind to disappear without leaving a mark.
That afternoon, Ava received a message.
No name. Just a photo.
It was Elise. In Damien’s old apartment. Wearing the same silk robe Ava had seen in the box. Her caption: “Some things never change.”
Ava’s stomach twisted. She didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. She had already decided. Elise wanted a war, and Ava wasn’t going to fight it with words.
Later that night
Damien returned home to find Ava waiting not angry, not cold, but composed. She wore black lace and nothing else. Her eyes were unreadable.
“You saw her,” Ava said.
Damien nodded. “She showed up at the office. I told her it was over.”
Ava stepped closer, fingers trailing down his chest. “Then show me.”
He didn’t speak. He kissed her slow, deliberate, like he was trying to erase every trace of Elise from his lips. Ava responded with heat, her hands guiding him to the bed, her body demanding proof.
Their foreplay was slow, intentional. Ava took her time teasing, tasting, tracing every inch of him with purpose. Damien surrendered to her rhythm, his breath catching as she explored him with a mix of hunger and control.
She whispered against his skin, “You’re mine tonight. Not hers. Not anyone’s.”
Damien’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, grounding himself in her presence. Their bodies moved in sync, not just with desire but with the need to reclaim trust, to rewrite the story Elise had tried to hijack.
After, they lay tangled in sheets and silence. Ava stared at the ceiling, her mind racing.
“She’s not done,” she said.
Damien turned to her. “Neither are we.”
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