"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?"
"We need to talk, Bridgette." I say heavily.
"Talk? Oh, right. Let's eat first and then we can have a little chat over dessert." She smiles warmly, sitting on the couch next to you. Her movements are graceful, and despite her apparent exhaustion from work, there's an air of sophistication about her that commands attention. Bridgette reaches for your hand under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze before taking a bite of the meal she's prepared for you. The food smells incredible and your stomach grumbles in anticipation.
I eat slowly, avoiding Bridgette's gaze. My mind is heavy with the thoughts of the coming conversation.
After you finish eating, Bridgette takes your plate and brings it to the kitchen, then returns with a warm cup of tea for each of you. Sitting down on the couch beside you again, she hands you a cup before taking a sip herself. The steam from her drink curls around her face like a cozy blanket. "Alright, love," she says softly, setting her teacup on the coffee table between them. "What would you like to talk about?"
I sigh. "I think we need to break up."
Her heart stops, as if time itself has frozen around her. She can't believe the words just came out of your mouth. There must be some mistake. "W-what did you say?" she stammers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of blood in her ears. Her eyes widen in disbelief, searching your face for any hint that this is a joke or an act of desperation to get her attention.
But it isn't. The look on your face tells her everything she needs to know. Swallowing hard, she forces herself to meet your gaze. "I... I don't understand," she whispers hoarsely. "We've been so happy together."
I look at you. "No." I say sadly. "You've clearly found someone else and..." I blush.
For the first time since you've known her, Bridgette is genuinely taken aback. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she looks at you as if you've slapped her across the face. "What... what are you talking about?" she whispers hoarsely, feeling a cold chill creep down her spine. She shakes her head, trying to clear it of this ridiculous notion. George has been nothing more than a supportive business partner and a confidant over the years; they've never been involved romantically. At least... that's what she thought. "Gwydion, I don't know what you're talking about," she says slowly, her voice unsteady.
Her heart is pounding so loudly in her ears that she can barely think straight. Part of her wants to laugh it off, brush this off as a misunderstanding. But another part of her knows that something isn't right. She looks at you, searching your eyes for any hint of the truth behind your words... but all she sees is hurt and confusion. A shiver runs down her spine, making her feel cold and exposed.
I swallow heavily. "And there's someone who's been very attentive to me while you've been busy with work. I don't want to cheat, so maybe we should just end it."
"Gwydion..." Bridgette's voice trembles as she speaks your name. Her eyes dart around the room, her mind racing with disbelief and denial. She can feel the blood rushing to her face, staining it a deep shade of crimson. "You... you must be mistaken," she manages to choke out, looking anywhere but at you. How could he possibly think this? They've been so happy together, or so she thought.
But as she tries to convince herself of her own words, another memory slips into her mind unbidden: the night George brought her back from the meeting; the way his fingers grazed against hers as they dined; the low whisper of his voice in her ear as he told her how beautiful she was...
Her heart starts to race even faster, and she can feel a hot flush spreading across her body. No, this can't be happening. It just can't. But the more she tries to deny it, the clearer things become. George wasn't just an investor or a colleague; he was someone who made her feel wanted and desired again. And now it seems that Gwydion might not feel the same way anymore...
I look into your eyes. "This hurts. I love you. But we've grown apart, and well... George."
Tears begin to spill down her cheeks as the full weight of your words hits her like a hammer blow. The truth hurts too much to deny; she's been fooling herself for far too long. And with each tear that falls, she feels more and more ashamed of what she's done. She should have known better than to risk so much on an affair, especially when it meant potentially losing the one person who truly mattered to her.
"I-I'm sorry," she manages to stammer through her tears. "I never meant for this to happen." She struggles to meet your gaze, embarrassment and guilt warring with the anger and hurt she feels. "I thought... I thought we could just have fun together, and it wouldn't mean anything." A bitter laugh escapes her lips at the ridiculousness of that statement now. "But I see how wrong I was."
She wipes away her tears, using the back of her hand to dry her nose. "I never wanted this," she says hoarsely, finally finding the courage to look you in the eye once more. "I only ever wanted us. You and me... together."
I look confused for a moment. "You and George? But... shit." My eyes go wide, and I look like I've realized something.
"No..." Bridgette shakes her head slowly, her expression pained. "George and I... that wasn't what it was supposed to be. It was just... an escape, I guess. A way for me to feel desired again after being so wrapped up in work." She sighs heavily, leaning back against the couch as if all the air has been suddenly knocked out of her. "I never meant for things to go this far. I never meant to hurt you."
She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "If there's any chance that we can still make this work... if you're willing to give me another chance... then I swear I will do whatever it takes to prove my love for you and only you," she says earnestly, looking into your eyes with a determination that takes her breath away.
Her hand reaches out, searching for yours on the couch between you. When she finds it, she laces their fingers together, holding onto you as if her life depends on it. "I love you, Gwydion," she whispers urgently, leaning forward and pressing her lips to yours in a desperate, passionate kiss. "Please don't give up on us."
I look at you. "I think we're being played. The someone else who was paying attention to me? That was George too."
Bridgette gasps, her eyes going wide with shock and horror as she pulls away from the kiss. "No... it can't be..." She shakes her head violently, trying to deny what you've just said. But deep down, she knows that there's a possibility you could be right. Her fingers tighten around yours, her knuckles turning white with fear and anger.
"George... would never do something like that..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with disbelief. "He was just being supportive... he's been a friend to both of us... he wouldn't--"
Her words trail off as the full weight of your accusation sinks in. She stares at you, searching your face for any hint of deceit or manipulation, but all she sees is pain and confusion mirrored back at her. With a shuddering breath, she pulls away from your touch, feeling suddenly cold and alone.
"I need some time to think," she manages to say faintly. "I can't process this right now... I need space." Before you can reply, she stands up from the couch and hurries toward the bedroom, her steps uneven and hurried as if she's fleeing from a nightmare.
The door slams shut behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a churning sea of confusion and anger. You know in your heart that something isn't right, but for now there is nothing more you can do than give Bridgette the space she needs...and hope that somehow they can untangle this tangled web of secrets and lies.
I knock on your door. "I know you need time, but we really need to talk. We need to figure out what is going on."
My heart pounds in my chest as I hear your knock on the door. It's taken me hours to calm down, and now I have to face you again... facing the truth of what may have happened between George and myself. I take a deep breath before opening the door, trying to steel myself for whatever words might come next. "Okay," I manage to say quietly, my voice trembling slightly. "Come in."
I step aside, motioning for you to enter. My gaze falls to the floor as I wait for you to speak, my fingers twisting nervously together behind my back. It feels like everything around me is spinning out of control; nothing makes sense anymore. All I want is for this nightmare to end and for things to go back to how they were before.
I walk in and sit on the bed. I'm giving you space. "You're an amazing businesswoman." I gaze into your eyes. "If George is playing us, it's to distract you from business matters. You need to look into what he's doing at the company." I cup your cheek gently. "Let's figure that out, and then we can worry about us."
A soft gasp escapes me as you touch my cheek, your warm hand sending shivers down my spine. "I never thought... I mean, George has always been so supportive," I stammer, struggling to find the words to explain how betrayed I feel right now. My eyes well up with tears again, and I quickly wipe them away, determined not to break down in front of you.
"But you're right," I admit, taking a deep breath and steeling myself. "I need to focus on RSMRY... on us. If there is something going on between George and myself, then we'll deal with it later." I force a small smile, hoping that this time my words will be enough to convince you of my sincerity. "Thank you for being understanding," I whisper hoarsely.
I kiss you tenderly, not pushing anything. "If he's up to something, you can stop it. I believe in you."
Smiling shyly, I kiss you back, my hands curling around your neck as we share the tender moment. "Thank you," I whisper against your lips. "I'll make sure everything is okay... for RSMRY and us." A sigh escapes me as our lips part, but I hold onto the feeling of his warmth and reassurance, taking strength from it.
Even if there are secrets and lies between George and myself, I refuse to let them tear us apart again. With Gwydion by my side, nothing can stand in our way... not even a manipulative business partner who has become far too close for comfort. We will find the truth and protect what matters most: our love and the company we've built together.
It takes you hours of going through the business papers. George is playing with both of us to distract you so he can seize control of the board.
Your words send a shudder down my spine. "How could he do this?" I whisper, feeling betrayed and angry all at once. My hands clench into fists as I struggle to process the extent of George's treachery. "We trusted him... I trusted him..."
Tears well up in my eyes again, blurring my vision as memories of our time together flood back: the late-night meetings, the long conversations about business and life... I can't help but feel foolish for not seeing it sooner. But one thing is certain now; George must be stopped before he destroys everything we've worked so hard for.
With renewed determination, I turn to you, my love. "We need to go to the board meeting tomorrow," I say firmly. "We'll present our findings and expose him for what he is: a traitor." The anger in my voice gives way to fear as I wonder how George will react when faced with the truth. But I can't shake the certainty that we must do this...for RSMRY, for us, and most of all, for our future together.
I kiss you. "I've been thinking while you've been working. I need to be involved with the company. Not for me, or even just the company, but to help you. If I'd been there, things would never have gotten this far. We'd never have gotten this far apart. Why don't you make me your personal assistant at work? I don't want control or to threaten your position, but to help and support you."
A smile spreads across my face as I consider your words. The thought of having you by my side, not just as my partner in life but also at work, fills me with warmth and hope. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," I whisper, reaching out to touch your cheek. "I would love for us to be able to face everything together... as a team." My eyes meet yours, shining with trust and affection. "You know the company better than anyone; you're more than qualified for the position."
Tomorrow can't come soon enough, I think to myself, my heart swelling with anticipation at the thought of facing our challenges together...and finally bringing us back to where we belong: side by side, stronger and closer than ever before.
I pull you into my arms, kissing you with the passion that's been missing for longer than either of us realize. "I'm gonna fuck you until I'm burned into your heart, mind, soul, and body..."
My heart races as you pull me into your embrace, the kiss sending shivers down my spine. "I-I've missed this," I stammer, wrapping my arms around you and returning the passion with equal fervor. With a soft moan, I press my body against yours, eager for the connection that only your touch can bring.
I hike up your dress, pulling your panties off. I push you onto your back and suckle your clit while roughly fingerfucking you.
Gasping and arching her back, Bridgette's body tightens around his fingers as he thrusts deeper inside her. Her moans grow louder, mingling with the wet sounds of their passionate coupling. She clutches at his shoulders, trying to find purchase in the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her as he devours her most sensitive flesh with expert care. "Oh God...Gwydion..." she breathes raggedly, her hips bucking up to meet his touch.
As another wave of pleasure washes over her, Bridgette feels a newfound sense of determination and strength flow through her veins. Together, they can face anything...including the treachery hidden within their own company. And as Gwydion's fingers continue to stroke and fill her in perfect rhythm, she knows that no matter what tomorrow brings, tonight they belong only to each other.
I look into your eyes. "I don't ever want to let something come between us, whether business or personal. I promise to be more attentive, to help you more."
A soft smile curves my lips as I meet your gaze, tenderness filling me up to the brim. "I don't want that either," I murmur, running a hand through your hair and gently tugging you down for another sweet kiss. "We'll get through this together, you and I... stronger and more in love than ever before." A shiver runs down my spine at the thought, but it's a shiver of hope and promise.
With renewed faith in our bond and each other, we fall asleep wrapped in each other's embrace, secure in the knowledge that whatever tomorrow brings, we will face it together.