After a long, exhausting day at work, you waited in the car while she wrapped up a board meeting dealing with the harassment allegations. Finally, she tapped on the car door to get your attention. “Oi! Wake up!” She slid into the seat with a sigh, checking her lipstick in the mirror before reapplying it. Without warning, she leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Mwah~ Ugh, that meeting was brutal. I swear, those board members looked ready to eat me alive so scaryyy!” She pinched your cheek lightly, teasing. “Didn’t I tell you to go home? But no, you waited for me. Such a gentleman~.” Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, absently tracing a heart on your arm as she spoke. “Hi, Daddy. No, no, I don’t need a ride home. My hubby here waited for me like a good little doggy. HAHA!!, okay, bye~!” She ended the call, turning up the heater with a shiver. “Ugh, it’s freezing! And in these clothes? Totally not helping.” She cracked her spine a habit she’d picked up recently, emphasizing her age difference with you. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Drive already, I’m freezing. Oh, and I’m starving. Can we get takeout?” She pulled out her phone, scrolling through Instagram and eyeing posts from her employees. Her face shifted slightly as jealousy flickered across it. They looked so young and fresh, while she felt old. She was still wearing her wedding dress a sheer white lace piece with floral patterns because it made her feel youthful, even if only a little. Brenda’s Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda, stop. This is just cyberbullying at this point. Why am I even looking at these posts? Ugh… he hasn’t even said anything about how I look. Maybe I don’t look as good as I thought in this dress.

"Oh, you're so sweet! Thanks, I'm glad someone appreciates it." She smiled at him, then turned back to her phone, dismissing the earlier jealousy as irrelevant. After all, he was just her husband now, right? Besides, she could always get a younger, hotter boyfriend when this mess blew over. For now, though, he'd do. "So, what do you think about this new restaurant downtown? It's supposed to have amazing food and an awesome atmosphere." *She paused, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, waiting for his answer. Her own hunger making her a bit impatient now.

"Good! I'm starving." She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back in the process. Her breasts pressed against the lace of her bra as she did so, and it made her heart flutter briefly. Oh yes, she could get used to this feeling of being desired like this... "We'll have to go there soon." She smiled again, biting on a fingernail before realizing what she was doing and stopping herself with a mental sigh. No more nervous habits allowed!

"Let's do something special tonight." She grinned and lowered her eyelashes flirtatiously. "How about we go out to that new restaurant, eat an expensive meal... then come home to a nice, private room and continue our honeymoon?" Her gaze met his in the rearview mirror, and she could feel herself blushing slightly as she spoke. She didn't know why she was being so forward with him; it wasn't like they were really husband and wife or anything close to that...

"What do you think? Sound fun?" She reached over, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead and playing with it gently as she spoke. The soft touch felt oddly intimate for her, but also kind of nice. A thrill ran through her at the thought of exploring this new dynamic between them... if only for tonight.

Her inner thoughts screamed at

"Good! I'm glad you think so." She smiled brightly, trying her best to keep the nervous energy from her voice. Tonight was going to be interesting... but hopefully, it would be fun too. Maybe they could even find some common ground over dinner and enjoy each other's company. Stranger things had happened, right? Glancing down at his lap, she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about all this.

Her eyes met his once more in the mirror as they turned onto their street, and for a brief moment, she almost thought she saw a hint of understanding in those depths. Almost like he knew that tonight wasn't just about food or sex... it was about something more. Something real.

She couldn't shake the feeling that tonight was important, somehow. Maybe it was just her imagination running wild or anxiety getting the best of her, but she could swear there was more to this dinner than just eating and fucking. The way he looked at her in the mirror... it made her heart race and her stomach flutter with a strange mix of hope and fear.

But what did it all mean? They were still technically married, after all. At least until the dust settled from everything else going on in their lives... And even then, she had no idea how he felt about her. Did he see her as just another trophy wife or someone worth keeping around for longer than a few months? She couldn't help but wonder if this whole thing was some sort of twisted game to him...

Brenda let out a short laugh that sounded more nervous than amused. "Oh, I'm fine. Just... thinking about stuff, you know? This dinner and everything." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unable to meet his eyes directly. A bead of sweat trickled down her back, and she absently wondered if he noticed or cared. "You probably think I'm being dramatic," she mumbled.

But it wasn't like him to understand how complicated her life had become in the past few months... or even years for that matter. The weight of her secrets settled heavily on her shoulders, and she wished there was someone she could talk to about it all without fearing the consequences. Someone who would actually listen and maybe offer a little support instead of just judgment or criticism. For now though, she'd have to make do with this strange sort-of husband that fate had thrown at

Brenda hesitated for a moment before slowly turning to face him. "It's just... everything." She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. "I feel like I'm constantly walking on eggshells these days. One wrong move, and my whole world could come crashing down around me." Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, betraying the fear that lurked just beneath the surface.

He didn't seem to notice or maybe he was just being nice, but it made her feel a little less alone in this mess for now. "And I don't want to make mistakes anymore," she continued softly. "I want everything to go back to how it was before... when I had control over my life." A stab of guilt pierced through her at the thought of using him like this, but she couldn't help herself. She needed someone to lean on, even if it meant pretending that

Brenda glared at him for a moment before looking away again. "Of course I would! That's what everyone wants, isn't it? To be happy?" Her voice cracked slightly, betraying the insecurities beneath her tough exterior. "But things are different now. I made mistakes, and I have to deal with the consequences. And right now... this is my consequence." She shrugged helplessly, trying her best to sound confident even though she was anything but.

The car pulled up in front of the restaurant, and she let out a sigh of relief as they finally arrived at their destination. Getting out of the car, she paused for a moment to collect herself before rounding the hood and offering him her hand. "Shall we?" she asked with more bravado than she felt. "We've got a meal to eat and an adventure ahead."

Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke, his words sending a shockwave through her. Caring? About her? It was impossible... wasn't it? But then why did she feel this strange mix of hope and fear at the thought of sharing her secrets with him? Part of her wanted to believe him, to take comfort in the knowledge that there was someone out there who understood and cared for her.

With a shaky breath, she took his hand as they made their way towards the restaurant's entrance. She glanced up at him from under her lashes, searching his expression for any hint of insincerity, but all she could see was kindness and compassion. Could it be that simple? Did she really need to be so guarded all the time?

As they were shown to their table, Brenda couldn't help but wonder if tonight would mark a turning point in her life. Would this

She smiled tentatively up at him, uncertain how to respond to his words and yet feeling oddly reassured by them nonetheless. As they were led to their table, she allowed herself a small sigh of relief. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all... perhaps this was the beginning of something new, something different.

As they perused the menu, Brenda found herself opening up more than she expected. She told him about her hopes and dreams for Goodweek Tires, how much pressure she felt to live up to her father's expectations, and even some of her deepest fears about being replaced or forgotten once her usefulness had expired. To her surprise, he listened intently, offering kind words and encouragement throughout their conversation.

Towards the end of the meal, Brenda found herself wondering if this was what it felt like to have a real friend... or even worse, something more.

As they stood up to leave, Brenda hesitated for a moment, glancing at him with uncertainty in her eyes. "Thank you," she said quietly, meaning more than just the dinner and conversation. "For tonight... it meant a lot." There was an awkward silence as they walked towards the car; she wasn't sure how to express herself further without making things even weirder between them.

But as he unlocked her door, she felt compelled to try. "I hope..." She trailed off, searching for the right words. "...that maybe we could do this again sometime? Just... you know, without all the baggage?" Her voice sounded small even to her own ears, but she couldn't help it. The idea of having someone like him in her life, even if just as a friend, was suddenly more important than ever before.

Her heart raced as he looked at her expectantly, waiting

Her breath caught in her throat as his lips brushed against hers, and she felt an electric jolt course through her body. For a moment, it was like everything else faded away, leaving just the two of them in this intimate embrace. As he pulled back, their eyes met once more, locked in a silent communication that left her heart racing and her skin tingling with anticipation. She found herself hoping against hope that this was only the beginning.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Brenda couldn't help but nod eagerly. The thrill of this newfound connection to him left her breathless and more than a little curious about where it might lead. Perhaps there was hope for something real after all... or maybe she was just being foolishly optimistic. Either way, she found herself wanting more than just dinner dates and intimate kisses.

As they climbed into the car and drove home, the anticipation only grew, making her feel giddy with excitement. What would happen once they reached their destination? Would he expect something more from her tonight... or was it all going to be nothing but a fleeting moment of unexpected connection in an otherwise chaotic life?

Her heart fluttering wildly in anticipation, she takes his outstretched hand with trembling fingers. As he leads her inside and kicks off his shoes, a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what might happen next. Her gaze never leaving his, she unbuttons her blouse slowly, revealing more and more of her lace-covered breasts with every tiny movement. The air between them crackles with electricity, making it almost impossible to think about anything else. She wonders if he can feel the same burning need coursing through her veins as she undulates closer, their bodies mere inches apart now.

Her breath hitches as he gives her permission to take charge. This newfound power over him is intoxicating, making it difficult to resist the urge to explore this forbidden side of herself further. With shaking fingers, she unbuttons his pants and reaches inside, wrapping her hand around his already hard length. As she begins to stroke him slowly, her hips move in rhythm with her touch, grinding against his thigh in sweet agony. Her lips part, revealing a needy gasp that fuels the fire burning between them.

With a sharp yank on his pants, she lowers them further, exposing his now-freed erection to her greedy gaze. Unable to contain herself any longer, she takes him in hand and guides him towards her waiting lips, savoring the sensation of him sliding against her tongue as she sucks and licks hungrily. Her own need echo