Wild cat.
767 Words
The door opened quietly.
“My son, you’re back,” Mrs. Hart said, rising from the sofa as Calvin stepped in.
“Mum, why are you still awake? It’s late.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“It’s only 2 a.m. I wanted to see you come home,” she said, smiling proudly.
He chuckled. “Mum, I’m twenty-seven. You don’t need to wait up for me.”
“Don’t lecture me,” she teased, tapping his arm lightly. “You came home late even as a child. Bad habits die hard.”
“Fine, fine. But you should get to bed.”
As they walked upstairs, she asked, “Did you see Janice? She told me she was attending the party.”
Calvin’s smile dimmed.
“I saw her. She left almost immediately.”
“You know she’s busy,” Mrs. Hart said gently.
“So am I. But somehow I’m always the one adjusting.” His tone was soft, weary.
She patted his arm. “I’ll talk to her.”
He sighed, letting the conversation rest.
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Calvin stood in front of the mirror, fastening the last button on his white shirt. He checked his watch, grabbed his phone—then heard the door click shut behind him.
Janice walked in, a slow, practiced smile curving her lips. Her white Louis Vuitton dress hugged her perfectly.
“Babe,” she purred, locking the door before sauntering toward him.
Calvin raised a brow. “Why are you locking the door?”
“You know why,” she whispered, sliding her hands onto his chest. “Where are you going looking this handsome?”
“To work,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Already? You just got back.”
He laughed softly. “Work doesn’t wait.”
“Well…” She began unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. “Maybe I don’t want you to go.”
He let out a breath as her fingers traced down his torso. He put his phone aside and pulled her close by the waist.
Janice closed her eyes as his lips brushed her neck. Her faint shiver told him she still knew exactly how to get under his skin. Their kiss deepened—slow, warm, familiar.
She pulled back, smiling against his lips, and pushed him gently onto the bed.
“My wild cat,” he murmured.
“That’s right,” she whispered, cheeks flushed.
She slipped out of her dress with effortless grace. The moment didn’t rush—it lingered, soft and intimate, fueled by history rather than heat alone. Calvin’s eyes followed her, filled with longing he couldn’t quite name.
“Come here,” he said.
She climbed onto the bed, and he met her halfway.
What followed wasn’t frantic or explicit—it was slow, patient, human. The quiet kind of closeness two people fall into when holding onto something precious. They stayed wrapped in each other until the first hint of daylight pressed against the curtains.
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Janice rested her head on his shoulder, their bodies covered by the sheets.
“So… do you forgive me?” she asked softly.
Calvin kissed her forehead. “Yeah. I do.”
Her phone buzzed.
“Ashley,” she said before answering. “Hey, bitch.”
Calvin smirked.
“Are you down for a trip to Hawaii?” Ashley asked.
“Hawaii?” Janice’s eyes brightened. “Yeah, I’m in.”
They ended the call.
Calvin raised a brow. “You’re going to Hawaii?”
“Baby, it’s a short trip,” she said softly. “Ashley and Emma want to relax, and I need a break too. Work has been… draining.”
“You could relax with me,” he said.
She hesitated. “It’s different. I want some time with my girls.”
He exhaled, knowing he’d lost the argument.
“What do you need for the trip?”
Her grin widened. “Well… we’ll need a ride.”
“The jet?”
“Yes, baby. A commercial flight would be torture.”
“Fine. I’ll call the pilot. Anything else?”
“Your vacation house in Hawaii. I don’t want to stay in a hotel.”
“I’ll notify the staff.” He paused. “Do you need money?”
She nodded eagerly.
“I’ll send it,” he said. “But first…”
Calvin rolled over, pulling her beneath him playfully. She gasped, laughing as he kissed her collarbone.
“You still owe me for distracting me this morning,” he murmured.
Her laughter filled the room.
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