My Girlfriend Mistress

Chapter 7:The Jealousy

Veronica had always admired Lyka’s dedication at work. She often found herself watching from afar as Lyka moved effortlessly through her daily tasks, not only completing her own work with precision but also generously helping her co-workers whenever they needed assistance.

Lyka’s desk was like a hub of activity—she would patiently explain complex cases, share her knowledge freely, and moderate discussions with a calm, confident demeanor.

Watching her in action, Veronica felt a quiet sense of happiness. It was inspiring to see someone so committed and kind, and she often found herself silently appreciating Lyka’s helpful nature.

One particular afternoon, Veronica was walking down the corridor, preoccupied with her own thoughts, when she noticed the door to the break room slightly ajar.

Curiosity drew her closer, and she peeked inside. The room was filled with a warm, lively atmosphere. Sitting at a small table, Lyka was laughing softly, her eyes sparkling, as she shared a story with one of her teammates—an amiable man Veronica had seen her work with many times. They were leaning in close, their faces lit up with genuine amusement.

Lyka was gesturing animatedly, her laughter ringing clear, and the man was smiling broadly, his eyes crinkling with joy.

Veronica’s eyes lingered on the scene, and she felt an unexpected flutter in her chest. She watched as they exchanged jokes and shared a moment of lighthearted camaraderie, seemingly oblivious to anyone else in the room.

For a moment, everything else faded away—the busy office, her own busy mind—only the warmth of their shared laughter remained. Veronica felt a strange mixture of emotions: admiration, happiness for Lyka’s happiness, but also a flicker of jealousy.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she was just an outsider, looking in on something she wished she could be part of. The connection they shared seemed effortless and genuine, and a quiet longing stirred within her to have that kind of closeness with someone too.

As she quietly stepped back and left the break room, Veronica’s thoughts spun with mixed feelings. She was proud of Lyka’s success and grateful for her kindness at work, but a part of her yearned for a similar bond—something she felt she was missing.

That moment of seeing Lyka so relaxed and happy with her teammate left a lasting impression on Veronica’s heart, stirring both admiration and a gentle pang of envy.

After quietly slipping out of the break room, Veronica tried to refocus on her work. She opened her laptop, glanced at her documents, and attempted to immerse herself in her tasks.

But her mind kept drifting back to the image she had just seen—the way Lyka and her teammate had laughed so freely, their faces lit up with genuine joy. That moment replayed in her mind like a vivid picture, impossible to ignore.

No matter how hard she tried, her concentration faltered. The numbers and reports blurred together, her thoughts tangled with the memory of Lyka’s carefree smile and the easy camaraderie she had witnessed. A strange, aching feeling settled deep within her—jealousy.

She wondered why she felt this way. Lyka was always so helpful and kind, someone she genuinely admired. Yet seeing her so happy, so relaxed with someone else, stirred an unexpected pang of envy inside her.

Veronica felt a little jealous of the ease between them, of the connection she wasn’t a part of. She wondered if Lyka even noticed her presence at all, or if she was just another co-worker in her busy, generous life.

Her heart tugged with a mixture of emotions—admiration, longing, and a quiet sadness. Veronica rested her chin on her hand, staring at her screen but not really seeing it. She realized that, deep down, she yearned for the same kind of closeness, the effortless friendship and warmth she saw in Lyka’s laughter.

Yet for now, that feeling remained elusive, leaving her with a strange mix of happiness for Lyka’s joy and a hint of loneliness for her own.

She sighed softly, trying to shake off the distraction, but the image of Lyka and her teammate continued to linger in her mind, reminding her of what she might be missing—and igniting a desire she couldn’t quite understand.

As the workday was winding down, the team began gathering their belongings, chatting softly as they prepared to leave. The hum of conversations filled the office. Veronica, still lost in her thoughts, looked up and spotted Lyka across the room, laughing with her teammate.

But instead of approaching her directly, Veronica took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing slightly with a mix of seriousness and resolve.

She raised her hand, calling out firmly, “Lyka!” her voice cutting through the chatter.

Lyka looked over, surprised to see Veronica’s gaze fixed on her. She hesitated for a moment, then politely excused herself from her friends and made her way over, sensing that Veronica’s tone was different from usual.

As Lyka reached Veronica’s desk, she noticed the intense look in her eyes. Veronica’s voice was steady but commanding. “Can you come to my office for a moment? We need to talk,” she said clearly.

Lyka’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of nervousness crossing her face. “Sure, Veronica. I’ll be there in a minute,” she replied, trying to keep her voice calm.

Veronica nodded, watching her carefully. When Lyka turned to leave, Veronica’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, then she softly added, “Please, it’s important.”

Lyka hesitated again, feeling a strange tension in Veronica’s aura—something unexpected, almost intimidating. She hurried toward the office, her heart pounding slightly as she wondered what was waiting inside.

Lyka hesitated for a moment before stepping into Veronica’s office. As soon as she entered, Veronica instinctively moved to close the door behind her, locking it carefully. Then, she drew the curtain across the window, creating a sense of seclusion and making the space feel more intense.

In that quiet, enclosed moment, Lyka felt a shiver run down her spine. A wave of fear crept into her chest as she looked up and saw Veronica standing before her, her figure dominating the room.

Veronica’s eyes were dark and piercing, filled with a seriousness that made Lyka’s heart beat faster.

Veronica’s stance was firm, her expression unreadable but undeniably angry. The atmosphere thickened with tension, and Lyka felt a sinking feeling that something serious was about to be addressed.

Breaking the silence, Lyka hesitated then softly asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

Her voice was trembling slightly, unsure of what was to come next, but desperate for an explanation. The room seemed to hold its breath as she waited for Veronica’s response, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

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Veronica locked the office door with a decisive click, ensuring they were completely alone. She turned to Lyka, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and determination. Without a word, she stepped closer, her body almost touching Lyka.

Lyka's eyes widened in surprise as Veronica leaned in, capturing her lips in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Lyka let out a soft gasp, her body tensing in shock. But Veronica didn't give her a chance to react further.

She pushed her tongue into Lyka's mouth, exploring and claiming it as her own. Lyka moaned against her lips, her initial resistance melting away as Veronica's kiss deepened.

Veronica smirked, feeling Lyka's response. She knew she had her exactly where she wanted her. Her hands moved to Lyka's blouse, deftly undoing the buttons one by one.

Lyka's breath hitched as Veronica's fingers brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"Do you think I forget what we did in the secret room?" Veronica whispered against Lyka's lips, her voice low and sultry. She felt Lyka shiver at her words, a mix of anticipation and memories flooding through them both.

Lyka's hands found their way to Veronica's hair, tugging gently as she kissed her back with equal fervor. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and soft moans, the tension between them palpable and electric.

Veronica's fingers continued their exploration, pushing Lyka's blouse open to reveal the lacy bra beneath. She trailed kisses down Lyka's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Lyka arched into her touch, her body begging for more.

"Remember how you moaned for me?" Veronica murmured, her hands cupping Lyka's breasts through the thin fabric of her bra.

"How you begged me not to stop?"

Lyka's response was a whimper, her body pressing against Veronica's as if seeking more contact.

Veronica grinned, knowing she had Lyka right where she wanted her. She was ready to remind Lyka of every delicious detail from their secret encounter, and she planned to take her time doing it.

Veronica's hands worked swiftly, shedding Lyka of the rest of her clothes until she lay bare before her. The sight of Lyka's naked body sent a jolt of desire through Veronica, and she couldn't wait to explore every inch of her.

With a strength fueled by lust, Veronica lifted Lyka effortlessly, carrying her to the sofa in the corner of the office. She laid Lyka down gently, her body trembling with anticipation. Lyka's eyes were dark with desire, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.

Veronica started at Lyka's breasts, capturing a n****e between her lips. She sucked and nibbled, drawing out a soft gasp from Lyka.

Her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teasing and tantalizing until Lyka was writhing beneath her. Veronica moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, her hands roaming Lyka's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Lyka's moans grew louder, and Veronica knew she needed to silence her. She reached for Lyka's blouse, which lay discarded on the floor, and pressed it into Lyka's hand. "Bite down on this," she commanded, her voice thick with desire. "I don't want anyone to hear what we're doing."

Lyka did as she was told, her teeth sinking into the fabric as Veronica continued her exploration. Veronica's lips trailed down Lyka's stomach, her tongue dipping into her navel before continuing its journey lower.

She could feel Lyka's body trembling beneath her, her hips lifting in silent invitation.

Veronica settled between Lyka's thighs, her breath hot against Lyka's most intimate place. She looked up, meeting Lyka's gaze, and saw the raw need reflected in her eyes. With a smirk, Veronica lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to taste Lyka's wetness.

Lyka's muffled moan filled the room, the sound of her pleasure barely contained by the fabric in her mouth. Veronica's tongue explored Lyka's folds, finding her c**t and circling it with expert precision. Lyka's hips bucked against her face, seeking more friction, more pressure.

Veronica obliged, her fingers joining her tongue, sliding inside Lyka's tight heat. She curled her fingers, hitting that sweet spot that made Lyka's body convulse. Lyka's moans grew louder, her body tensing as Veronica brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Veronica could feel Lyka's orgasm building, her body coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue and fingers working in tandem to push Lyka over the edge. Lyka's body arched off the sofa, her muffled scream of release filling the room as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Veronica rode out Lyka's orgasm, her own body aching with need. But she knew this was just the beginning. She had so much more planned for Lyka, and she intended to explore every last fantasy they shared in that secret room.

Veronica's fingers slid inside Lyka, her palm pressing against Lyka's c**t as she began to move them in and out. The wet, squelching sounds of her fingers filling Lyka's p***y echoed through the office, a lewd symphony that only heightened Veronica's arousal.

She could feel Lyka's inner muscles clenching around her fingers, pulling her deeper with each thrust.

Lyka's body writhed beneath her, her hips meeting Veronica's fingers with desperate, hungry movements. The fabric in her mouth was soaked with her saliva, her muffled moans growing louder and more insistent as Veronica brought her closer to the edge.

Veronica could feel Lyka's orgasm building, her body tensing and coiling tight. She curled her fingers, hitting that sweet spot deep inside Lyka, and Lyka came undone.

Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down on Veronica's fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Lyka's muffled scream of release filled the room, her body bucking wildly against Veronica's hand.

But Veronica wasn't done yet. She continued to move her fingers in and out of Lyka, drawing out her orgasm, pushing her higher and higher. Suddenly, Lyka's body tensed, and a gush of fluid spilled out around Veronica's fingers.

Lyka squirted, her release coating Veronica's hand and the sofa beneath them.

Veronica pulled her fingers out, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was soaked, her own body aching with need.

Without a word, she stood up and began to remove her own clothes, her eyes never leaving Lyka's body. Lyka watched her, her chest heaving, her eyes dark with desire and satisfaction.

Once Veronica was naked, she positioned herself over Lyka, their bodies aligning in a perfect scissor position.

Lyka's legs wrapped around Veronica's waist, pulling her closer. Veronica could feel Lyka's wetness against her own s*x, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

They began to move together, their hips rolling and grinding against each other. The room filled with the sound of their moans, a symphony of ecstasy that grew louder and more insistent with each passing moment. Veronica could feel Lyka's c**t rubbing against her own, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"Oh god, Lyka," Veronica gasped, her voice breathless and desperate.

"You feel so good."

Lyka's response was a moan, her body arching against Veronica's as she chased her own release. Veronica could feel her own orgasm building, her body coiling tight as she rode the wave of pleasure.

Their movements grew more frantic, their bodies slick with sweat as they slid against each other. Veronica could feel Lyka's inner muscles clenching, her body tensing as she neared her climax.

With a final, desperate grind, Lyka came undone, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Veronica followed soon after, her own orgasm ripping through her body, leaving her breathless and spent. They collapsed against each other, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The office was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional moan as they rode out the aftershocks of their pleasure.

Veronica knew this was just the beginning. She had so much more planned for Lyka, But for now, she was content to hold Lyka close, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, lost in the aftermath of their passion.

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After their intimate night together, Lyka slowly awoke, the soft morning light filtering through the office windows. She blinked away the last remnants of sleep and looked around, realizing they had fallen asleep on Veronica’s sofa. Veronica was still in her embrace, her arms wrapped protectively around Lyka, both of them exhausted but content from what had transpired.

Lyka gently shifted to get a better look at Veronica’s face. She admired the peaceful expression, the delicate curves of her features, and the soft glow of her skin in the morning light.

She watched her for a moment, mesmerized by her beauty—the quiet strength and tenderness that seemed to radiate from her even in sleep.

Suddenly, Veronica stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. She looked at Lyka with a sleepy smile, her eyes bright and affectionate. Without a word, Veronica leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Lyka’s lips, her voice soft and warm.

“Hi,” she whispered.

Lyka felt her heart melt at Veronica’s tenderness. She wrapped her arms around Veronica once more, pulling her into a warm hug. As they embraced, Lyka’s stomach suddenly rumbled loudly, reminding her of her hunger.

Veronica chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair from Lyka’s face.

“Looks like someone’s hungry,” she teased gently.

Lyka blushed, smiling shyly.

“Yeah… I guess so,” she admitted, still holding onto Veronica. The morning felt perfect, peaceful, and filled with the promise of new beginnings together.

After taking a moment to compose themselves and carefully putting their clothes back on, Lyka and Veronica quietly left the office, stepping out into the bright morning air.

They headed to the nearest fast-food restaurant, the casual hustle and bustle around them contrasting with the intimacy they shared just moments ago.

Once inside, Veronica approached the counter confidently. She ordered a variety of foods—burgers, fries, drinks, and snacks—her voice calm and assured. As she finished placing the order, she turned to Lyka with a gentle smile.

“Eat, Lyka,” Veronica said softly, her eyes holding a tender warmth.

“I know you’ve been exhausted from earlier. You need to refuel.”

Lyka’s cheeks flushed slightly at Veronica’s words. She looked down shyly, feeling a bit embarrassed but also grateful for Veronica’s care.

Still, she nodded and followed Veronica to find a seat, her heart fluttering with a mix of bashfulness and affection.

They settled at a small table, and Lyka reluctantly picked up a burger, taking a cautious bite as Veronica watched her with a reassuring smile. Despite her shyness, Lyka appreciated Veronica’s concern and the quiet support she offered.

As they ate together, the warmth of their connection lingered, making the moment feel even more special amidst the busy background of the fast-food joint.

As Lyka and Veronica finished ordering and found a cozy table, they sat down to enjoy their meal. Lyka took a tentative bite of her burger, feeling a little more relaxed in Veronica’s presence. She looked up at Veronica, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

“Veronica,” Lyka began softly, “before we came into the office, why did you seem so mad?

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could tell you were upset about something.”

Veronica paused for a moment, then leaned back slightly, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Honestly? I was just jealous,” she admitted casually, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Jealous of Mark.”

Lyka blinked, surprised. “Jealous of Mark? Why?”

Veronica chuckled softly, leaning in a little closer.

“Because I saw the way he was looking at you—like he wanted to say something, or maybe even steal your attention away from me. And I didn’t like it,” she said with a playful smirk.

Lyka giggled, her cheeks warming at Veronica’s honesty. “You’re so possessive,” she teased, laughing softly.

Veronica shrugged, grinning. “Maybe I am. But you’re worth it,” she replied tenderly.

They shared a warm, knowing look, the air between them filled with affection and a touch of playful rivalry.

Despite the shy blush on Lyka’s face, she felt happy and safe in Veronica’s company, their bond growing stronger over shared laughter and honest words.