8. Never cheat
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Groaning at the light invading her eyelids, she rubbed her palms against her eyes — elbows pressed against the pillow.
Letting go of her eyelids she turned, her gaze to the right towards the giggling sound.
“Good morning.” Scarlet mumbled with a smile, her gaze on the naked woman laying beside her — fully exposed to her again, not that she was complaining. Definitely a way to wake up in the morning — to a magnificent sight.
Untangling her legs from the dark red bed cover she stretched out her legs. “I think my body will be sore for a while.” the woman groaned turning to lay down on her stomach rather than her back.
Already bent over the woman’s back, she caressed her skin — her fingers gently touching her fresh, so fragile making sure it would not break.
“Would you like a massage?”
Applying a bit of force on her touch, the girl gently squeezed her shoulders.
An untamed moan slip out, she pressed her face more towards the pillow under head — enjoying the sensual massage.
“Those hands—” moaning again at the relief her back welcomed thanks to her massage — words fell out her mouth. “Gosh you are talented.” she breathed out.
With a smirk she caressed Lidia’s skin, leaning closer to ear — enough for the woman to feel her warm breath, breathing down her neck.
“Only the best for the finest woman.”
Scoffing she turned to her, her head being supported by her right arm. “You tell every woman you sleep with that.”
She wasn’t going to deny it at all, she did tell them at least once or twice, because? It was the absolute truth.
“And those I don’t — I do not lie.”
Smirking at her honest answer, she held out her arm — cupping the girls face. “You’re the best escape I could ever wish for.” she mumbled pressing her lips against hers.
An escape they both disparately longed for, and found in eachother — it hadn’t been something serious, not at all, just a magical experience.
Deepening the kiss, she pulled Lidia’s bare body towards her own — a familiar warmth ran through her body.
“We’re home, darling—”
Jerking away from her lips she took her gaze towards the door. Meeting his furious glare, a shocked yet angry expression replacing his smile. His fists clenched tightly against the knob — knuckles draining their colour.
“Really? In my own f*****g bed!” he bursted out the words, his feet walking over to the bed — continuously glaring at the red head.
She wasted no time at all. Jumping out the bed to the other side far from the furious husband.
“As much as I would like to stay and explain. I’ll let your wife do the honours.” she mumbled pulling her underwear up her legs, along with her sports bra.
Mr. O'Brien clenched his jaw, both his hands balled into fists. “I’ll kill you before you step out that door!” the man shouted walking over to her.
Quickly jumping on the bed to the other side — her pants in hand and her shirt only buttoned once she held out her hands, in front of her body as defence.
“Calm down there big boy — there is no need for violence.”
Slipping one leg through her the pants she had worn yesterday, she hopped on one leg trying to get it all the way up.
“I’ll be out of your hair in a jiffy!” she grinned pulling up the other leg through the pants.
“You f****d my wife!”
Zipping up the pants she stared at the man while her eyes searched for her shoes. “Must say, you have quite the catch — impeccable!” her gaze fell on the woman covered up, hiding off her wonders — though she would have loved to see her fully again — watching the scene with worry and amusement. “—and she is a wild one.”
Ducking the punch, she slipped through the space between man’s legs. Grabbing her shoes she stood facing the Mr O'Brien’s back.
“Well I guess I have over stayed my welcome, I’ll be on my way.”
Literally running towards the door she ducked yet again, but this time his shoe — that boot would have hurt a lot.
“You w***e!”
“Bye love.” she blew a kiss towards the woman, who had successfully tossed her the car keys and her phone. “—Mr O'Brien—” unable to finish her sentence because she hurried slammed the door, avoiding another shoe being thrown — she pressed her back against the wood sighing.
That man would have definitely killed her, and could.
Her shoes in hand she ran down the flight of stairs immediately once his heavy footsteps sounded on the other side — he was definitely coming for her.
Bumping into something, her keys and phone slipped out of her hand to the floor.
Staring at small child before her, about five years she smiled. “Hello—” the foot steps echoed closer and closer, picking up her things she gently patted the child’s head. “and goodbye!”
Then she dashed out the door — running towards her car, giggling as the man chased after her.
Definitely a way to start the morning.
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