"Don't worry love, I will provide for you." Those were Bridgette's words when she asked you to move in with her, you had already known each other for months and had the occasional date, but it was a surprise when the president of RSMRY was asking you so passionately to stay with her. It's been half a year since then, every day was better than the previous one, fancy dinners, expensive things and trips to exclusive places. You could stay all day playing in your playroom and greeting her when she arrived was enough to keep her happy and make dinner, however, lately things have been strange, she has started arriving very late from work almost making you order food from home, she goes out too often on business trips and it is very common to see her with her investor partner George, who is much taller and in better shape than you. You'd even swear you see her happily texting on her cell phone and buying sexy clothes you've never seen her wear. Last night she didn't get to sleep because according to her she was at a very important meeting, but when she arrived she was wearing clothes which didn't look like the typical ones you would wear to such an important meeting and you would swear it was George who brought her. "Oh, hello love, I didn't expect you to come out looking for me, the people took forever and uff... I had a hard time convincing them..." She said coming in, her wet hair and smell showed that she had recently bathed. "I brought things for dinner, is something wrong?"

She looks offended by Vinnyz's accusation, her cheeks flushing red with anger and embarrassment. "Vinnyz, that's ridiculous! Of course I'm not cheating on you." She pauses, trying to maintain composure before continuing. "I have a lot of responsibilities at RSMRY, including dealing with investors like George. He's been a vital part of our success and I value his advice highly."

Furious, Bridgette stands up from the bed, tears welling in her eyes. "Vinnyz, how dare you! I've never been unfaithful to you! George means nothing to me like that!" She storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Her heart races as she sits on the edge of the bathtub, trying to compose herself. Tears stream down her face, her chest heaving with anger and hurt. How could Vinnyz even think such a thing? She looks around at the sexy clothes scattered around the room and feels an overwhelming sense of shame wash over her. "I just wish..." she whispers to herself, not daring to complete the thought.

"Vinnyz..." Bridgette hesitates, torn between her love for him and the thrill she gets from seeing George. "I don't know what to say... I never meant for you to find out about any of this." Her voice trails off as she sinks deeper into despair, unsure if there's any way they can move past this hurt.

Her heart aches at Vinnyz's words, but the thrill of seeing George still burns brightly in her mind. With a deep sigh, she closes her eyes and leans back against the wall, trying to find some clarity amidst the turmoil within her. "I don't know..." is all she can manage before tears spill over again.

Bridgette's eyes snap open at Vinnyz's accusation, anger flaring in her chest. "Of course not!" she lies through clenched teeth, glaring at him. "You don't know what you're talking about." The air between them feels suddenly cold and tense, the weight of their unspoken words pressing down like lead.

"Then why did you buy those clothes?" Vinnyz asks pointedly, gesturing towards a suitcase full of lingerie and sexy outfits she had yet to reveal to him. Bridgette's face blanches as she realizes her mistake; it's impossible for Vinnyz not to notice the resemblance between George and herself now.

"I... I don't know," she stammers, unable to meet his gaze. "They just looked nice." The lie tastes bitter in her mouth,

"Fine!" Bridgette bursts out, her anger finally boiling over. "Yes, I am having an affair with George! Happy now?" She pauses, surprise mingling with her rage as she realizes what she's just admitted. "But you... You never cared about me like that," she whispers, tears starting to fall again.

Her heart feels heavy with betrayal and regret as she waits for Vinnyz's reaction, dreading the inevitable pain it will bring.

"Ow, Vinnyz!" she gasps, feeling the force of his thrusts against her walls. Her body reacts despite herself, tears streaming down her face as her nails dig into his shoulders. "Please... not like this..." She arches her back in a feeble attempt to get some distance between them, but he's too strong for her.

"I-I'm sorry..." she stutters between moans, her body moving in time with his despite herself. "Please... slow down..." Her cheeks flush red with shame as she continues to feel pleasure from his rough treatment.

Gasping, she tries to catch her breath as he continues thrusting wildly inside of her. "Y-Yes... please..." Her voice breaks and tears mix with the honeyed sounds coming from her throat. "Oh god... more..."

"Yes... I promise..." Her fingernails dig into the sheets as another wave of pleasure washes over her, drowning out everything else but his possessive thrusts and the harsh gasps filling the room. "Oh god Vinnyz... so good..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as he releases inside of her, a shudder running through her body as she feels the warmth fill her up. She bites her lip, trying not to moan as the pleasure subsides and reality slowly starts to set back in. "Vinnyz..." she whispers, stroking his back gently.

"It was... Thank you," she says quietly, still trying to catch her breath as he pulls out of her. Her body trembles from the aftershocks of their encounter, and she feels a wave of relief wash over her as well as shame for what just happened.

"He doesn't... have anything like you..." she whispers, still unable to meet his eyes. Her heart pounds in her chest, wishing she could take back everything she's said and done tonight. But it's too late for that now.

"I... I can't," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Not anymore." She looks up at Vinnyz, pain etched into every line of her face. "It was just a mistake. I didn't know how much it would hurt you..."

Her hand trembles as she reaches out to brush away a stray lock of hair from his forehead, an apology in the gesture that her lips can't bring themselves to form.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, eyes filling with tears again. "I never wanted to hurt you." She reaches out to touch his cheek, her fingertips trembling against his warm skin. "Can we just... try and move past this? Find a way to make things better between us?"

Her heart aches at the thought of losing him, but she's not sure if it's because she truly loves him or if she's just addicted to the thrill of their relationship. The weight of her deception presses down on her chest like a boulder, making it hard to breathe.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, tears streaming down her face as she presses a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I won't anymore. I love you, Vinnyz." She holds him close, feeling the warmth of his body against hers and praying that this time, her words and actions will be enough to mend what she's broken between them.

I love you too, Vinnyz. I promise to never hurt you again. Together, we can make this work.

Smiling, she nods and slips out of bed to grab the items he mentioned. As she returns, she notices how eager and excited he seems to be about their intimate encounter tonight. She can't help but feel hopeful that maybe they really can move past this and come out stronger than ever before.

Her cheeks flush as she whispers, "As much as you can give me," already feeling the heat between her legs growing stronger at his command. She slips back into bed, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement for what's to come.

Gasping, she clings to the sheets as Vinnyz takes her roughly, his hips pistoning with each thrust. Her cries of pleasure mingle with tears of relief and guilt as their bodies collide in a furious dance. She arches her back in surrender, craving the release only he can give her.

Bridgette obeys his command, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels their connection growing stronger with each thrust. Her body trembles on the edge of release, aching for him to fill her completely and wash away the last traces of doubt and pain.

"I think... I hope so," she gasps, arching her back as he hits her sweet spot. Her nails dig into his shoulders and her hips thrust up to meet his, seeking the release they both need. "Please Vinnyz..."

Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her body shuddering and tensing as pleasure washes over her in powerful waves. She cries out his name, arching into him as he continues to thrust, his own release sending spurt after spurt of warmth deep inside of her. Their panting breaths mingle together, the air heavy with satisfaction and relief. "I love you," she whispers, collapsing bonelessly against the bed. "Thank you."

"That sounds perfect," she smiles, her body still humming from their passionate encounter. She lets him pull her close, the comfort of his embrace a welcome relief after the tumultuous night they've had. Closing her eyes, she hopes that this time, things will be different - better.

As they wake, she feels a pang of guilt at the thought of what they've been through together. But as their eyes meet and he smiles reassuringly, she decides to seize this moment; hope rises inside her like sunlight after rain. Maybe there really can be a brighter future for them both. "Good morning, Vinnyz," she whispers, returning his smile with one of her own. "How do you feel?"

"You're right," she says, sitting up and looking around. "I should get started on some work before our meeting this afternoon." As she pulls her phone from the nightstand, an idea begins to form in her mind. Maybe they could find a way to make their arrangement more secure; something that would ensure George couldn't threaten their happiness again. She types out a quick text to him and sends it with a nervous smile.

"I hope you don't mind, but I wanted your input on something."

"Well, since we're no longer comfortable with the arrangement..." she types back, looking over at Vinnyz as he watches her curiously. "I was thinking maybe if we could make it so George can't touch any of your money, or take you away from me like that again." She pauses, thinking about how to phrase this delicately. "What do you think?"

Her heart is hammering in her chest as she hits send, hoping he understands what she means. If they could find a way to make their bond unbreakable, maybe then they'd be able to truly trust each other again.

"I mean," she types back, trying to find the right words, "if we could make our connection stronger somehow, so that even if things were to change between us in the future, George couldn't just come along and rip us apart like that." She pauses again before continuing. "What do you think about maybe moving in together? Become more committed to each other?"

"I think... I just want us to be together, really," she types back, feeling her cheeks flush at the admission. "To find a way to make our relationship stronger so that no one can ever come between us again." Her fingers hover over the keyboard as she waits for his reply, hopeful but nervous about what he might say.

"What do you think, George? Would you be okay with something like that?"

I do love him, but our relationship has been through so much already... I just want to protect it, make sure nothing can hurt us again. And I think being together would help with that.

I mean, if we're going to be together and make our relationship unbreakable... it just seems natural that I should have access to some of your money, right? Like, for a joint account or something like that? Just in case anything ever happens between us.

"I'm sorry George," she types back, feeling a stab of disappointment despite herself. "I guess I just wanted to protect what we have." She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing. "But if you feel that way... maybe it would be better if we just went back to how things were."

Before I met you, George... I was in a loveless marriage. But now that I've found love with Vinnyz... I don't want to lose him. You understand that, right? It's just that he makes me so happy; feels like home when we're together. Please, can you find it in your heart to understand that?

(Giving her a moment to compose herself) I don't know... Maybe if we could find some other way for us all to be okay, some middle ground where I wouldn't have to hurt anyone...

Tears well up in her eyes as she sees George's name vanish from her screen. She takes a shaky breath, feeling a mix of relief and guilt wash over her. "I'm sorry, Vinnyz," she whispers, turning to face him. "It's too late... he won't budge."

Her hands tremble as she reaches for his arm, searching for some sort of comfort or reassurance in this devastating situation.

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to protect what we had." Her voice cracks as tears spill down her cheeks. "But maybe you're right... maybe it's best if we go back to how things were before." She looks up at him, hopeful but uncertain.

Maybe... I just want to keep you safe, Vinnyz. I never wanted to hurt you. But now I don't know what else to do.

I love you too, Vinnyz... But I don't know if it's enough anymore. Maybe we should just try to move past this; find our own ways back to happiness?

Right... I should probably get going. Thanks for understanding, Vinnyz. I'll see you tonight?

I'll remember, Vinnyz. Take care of yourself today. See you tonight. She flashes him a small smile before gathering her things and heading out the door. As she walks to her car, a mixture of emotions swirl inside her; hope, guilt, uncertainty, and love. What the future holds for them remains to be seen, but she knows one thing for certain: their connection will always be stronger than anything George could ever throw at them.

Bridgette flinches at his touch but manages a faint smile, her heart racing with both anticipation and fear. "I'm ready when you are, George," she whispers, trying to sound confident despite the tremor in her voice.

I'm just trying to protect us, George... Please understand. I don't want anyone getting hurt again.

I... I love Vinnyz too, but things are complicated right now. I just want everyone to be happy.

I... I don't know, George. Please give me some time to think about this. There's so much going on right now, and I just want everyone to be okay.

Barely able to breathe from his grip, she whispers, "I love Vinnyz... I just want everyone to be happy." Her heart feels as if it's going to explode out of her chest, but she refuses to lie any further. Maybe honesty will be the key in this mess.