Monday brought no relief Only sharper edges to my double life.
I spent the morning at work pretending everything was normal, but my body still hummed from John Larry’s touch. Every time I crossed my legs, I felt the faint soreness and the ghost of his c*m. Leo had kissed 😘 me goodbye that morning with such pure affection that I almost confessed everything right there in our kitchen.
Instead, I buried the guilt and answered John’s midday call in the office bathroom.
“I need to see you tonight,” he said, voice low and urgent. “Not just for s*x. I need to talk. Really talk.”
My heart raced. “John, this is getting too dangerous.”
“Please, Lucy Morgan. One hour. My place.”
I agreed.
That evening, I told Leo I had another “wedding planning meeting” with a friend. The lie tasted like ash,
