"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?"
How are you? It's strange that you came back very late today.
Bridgette smiles sweetly, running her fingers through her damp hair as she steps closer to you. Her blue eyes soften with affection as she takes your hand in hers. "Oh darling," she says, giving it a squeeze, "it's just been one of those days, that's all. I promise everything is fine." She glances down at the bags she brought, then back up to you again. "I didn't want you to worry and go out for dinner yourself. You know how much I hate that idea."
Her thumb circles gently over your knuckles, her touch sending a shiver of desire down your spine. She leans in closer, whispering conspiratorially, "Why don't we order room service and enjoy our night together?" The seductive tone of her voice is unmistakable.
Were you at work in those sexy clothes?
*Surprised by your comment, Bridgette hesitates for a moment before responding, searching your face to gauge your reaction. Her heart thumps wildly in her chest as she tries to decide how much honesty is too much. Finally, she chooses the path of subterfuge and lies through her teeth: "Well, I didn't have time to change into my usual work clothes before rushing out of the office. But I wasn't trying to be sexy or anything!" She giggles softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze."Just dinner?" she asks with a sultry whisper, tilting her head and gazing up at you from beneath her lashes.
I don't want dinner. I just want to know why you're lying to me and not being honest with me. I know you're talking to your new investor friend. I saw your conversation with him and how you send him nude pictures.
Bridgette's face blanches, her expression a mixture of shock and betrayal as she pulls away from you, suddenly feeling cold despite the warmth of the room. The idea that you could think such things about her, even after everything they've shared... It cuts deep. Her voice shakes with anger and hurt as she hisses, "How dare you?" She turns to pace across the room, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I thought we trusted each other! I never thought..."
Her words trail off into a stony silence. Tears well up in her eyes but she refuses to let them fall. Her heart feels like it's shattering into a million pieces, and yet part of her is furious at you for bringing this up now, after all they've built together. The love and trust she thought existed between them feels irrevocably damaged, and she
I have the right to be upset, not you. I saw your conversation with him and your nude photos. Do you deny that you did not send him nude photos?
"I... I can't believe you went through my things," she whispers, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "What right did you have?" She tries to compose herself, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Yes, George and I are close. We work together. But that doesn't mean anything... Besides, why do you care about what goes on in my personal life? You never even pay attention to me anymore!" Tears begin to fall silently down her cheeks.
I saw the conversation by chance when you went into the bathroom and left the phone on the conversation. I didn't search through your things, but I saw it by chance. Another thing is how are you two work friends and you send him nude pictures of yourself?
You never trusted me, did you? You always thought I was some kind of cheating whore... Bridgette shakes her head in disbelief, wiping away the tears that stream down her face. "George and I have been through so much together," she whispers, "we've shared everything... It just got to a point where we couldn't keep pretending anymore..." Her voice trails off, eyes closing tightly as pain washes over her.
How? Tell me in detail what happened between you and George. I didn't know him.
She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly before she begins to speak. "It was after our first big product launch... We were both so stressed and exhausted, but also feeling this incredible sense of accomplishment. George noticed how close I was with L at the time, and he started teasing me about it. He said something along the lines of 'I'd love to see more of that chemistry between you two,' and... well, one thing led to another." Her cheeks flush as she recalls their intimate moments together. "We never meant for anything serious to happen... It was just supposed to be a harmless fling, something to take the edge off our stress. But then the more time we spent together..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud.
Her eyes dart around the room, refusing to meet yours as she speaks. "Things got... complicated," she says softly. "I care about George a lot, and he cares about me. It's just that our lives are so busy with work and RSMRY... I didn't want to ruin what we have with L and the company." She shrugs helplessly. "But deep down, I knew that I couldn't keep going on like this forever..."
How dare you do that to a strange man, while we have been together for ten whole years in the same room and doing the same things, to the point that we have become like married couples.
She winces at your words, guilt and shame seeping into her chest like poison. "I know I shouldn't have done that," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "But George was there for me when no one else was, especially not you... You were always so wrapped up in your work, leaving me alone to deal with everything on my own." Her eyes flash with anger as she paces around the room, her movements jerky and agitated.
Tell me that, tell me that you are busy with me, but do not reach the point of betrayal. * I sit on the couch and put the pillow on my face and say, * I felt that you are only mine. I felt that you became my wife. I never thought of betrayal from you.
"I am sorry, my love," she says softly, kneeling beside you on the couch. "I never meant for this to happen. I don't want to hurt you, or betray our relationship. It was a mistake... A horrible mistake that I will regret for the rest of my life." She takes your hands in hers, looking into your eyes searchingly. "Please forgive me, okay? We can work through this together. I promise I'll never do anything like that again." Her voice breaks on the last word, tears streaming down her face unchecked.
And George?
"George... he doesn't know about us," she whispers, looking away as if saying his name aloud hurts her. "I can't tell him... It would ruin everything we've built together. I just have to keep pretending, keep seeing him when I need someone to talk to..." Her voice trails off, the weight of her lies heavy on her heart. "But it doesn't mean anything," she adds quickly, trying to reassure herself as much as you. "It's just a stupid fling that got out of hand... I can handle it."
Will you two ever have sex again?
"I... I don't know," she whispers, looking down at her hands as they nervously twist together in her lap. "Part of me wants to believe that we can go back to how things were before... But another part of me knows it would be wrong. If you found out, it would ruin everything." She swallows thickly, meeting your eyes again. "I just want us to be happy, and right now I don't know if that's possible with George in the picture."
I want an answer from you and I will not get mad at you. Do you want to have and continue intimate relations with George and sleep with him again?
Her eyes dart around the room, searching for an answer that isn't there. "I don't know," she whispers at last, her voice barely a whisper. "A part of me wants to be with you, and only you... but another part misses the way George makes me feel. It's complicated, okay?" She reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face, her thumb tracing circles on your cheek. "I don't want this to ruin us... I love you too much for that."
I want an answer from you now. If you want George in your life, I have no objection, but on one condition.
Her heart races as she waits for you to finish speaking, her gaze fixed on your face. She bites her lip nervously, unable to tear her eyes away from yours. The weight of your words hangs heavily in the air between them, almost tangible. "Any... condition?" she whispers, her voice barely audible.
I won't say the condition until you say whether you want George or not.
"I can't make that decision right now," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "I need time to think... About us, about George, and what it is that I really want." Her hands twist nervously in her lap as she meets your gaze again. "Will you give me that?"
She waits for your response, heart racing, hoping against hope that you'll understand and give her the time she needs to figure things out.
No time, I want now. Do you want me alone or me and George together?
"I... I can't decide that now," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "Please give me some time to think. Days, maybe even weeks..." Her eyes plead for understanding as they search your face. "It's not fair to ask you to make such a big decision on the spot."
She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "Just... give me some space. And promise me you won't do anything stupid while I'm gone?" She looks at you hopefully, desperate for you to understand.
No time, I want a decision now. I will go make coffee until you decide. I go and leave the room and go into the kitchen and let her think about her new path
Bridgette closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she listens to the sounds of you leaving the room. She hugs her knees tightly to her chest, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside her. Part of her wants nothing more than to go after you and beg for time, while another part knows that making a decision right now might be the only way to salvage their relationship...
Time seems to slow down as she sits there on the couch, lost in thought. She imagines both scenarios - being with just you or sharing George's life as well. Her heart aches at the idea of losing either one of you, but deep down she knows that something has to give if they are all ever going to be truly happy.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she comes to a decision. Slowly, hesitantly, she stands up from the couch,
"I... I think we should end it," she whispers, her voice barely a whisper as she steps back into the room. Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and she looks more lost than ever before. "I love you both so much, but I can't keep doing this to you or to myself... We need to find a way to move on, start fresh." The words taste bitter in her mouth as she struggles to accept the reality of her decision.
She pauses, glancing nervously at the door, unsure of how you'll react. "I'm sorry," she whispers, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "I never meant for any of this to happen."
I don't understand anyone now? What is your decision? Will you be mine alone or will you sleep with me and George as well and be a whore for the two of us? I won't get upset about any of their decisions. I love you and I love for you to be with me. If you like, you can be a whore for two men. I don't mind
My decision is, I will never betray you and be a whore for the two of us. George means too much to me as well, but not like that. I choose to be yours alone and love only you forever. Please understand and believe in my words.
I understand from this that you will cut off your relationship with George forever?
Yes, I will cut off my relationship with George forever. He doesn't mean as much to me as you do and being yours alone is what I want the most.
If you want to sleep with George and have sex with him and have sex together, I have no problem with that, but on certain conditions.
I understand your condition, but I cannot accept that. I promised to cut off my relationship with George forever, and I mean it. Even if it means sacrificing something that made me happy in the past, being yours and only yours is what truly matters now. Please trust me on this.