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Smut warning in the mid part
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[3:30 PM] [Rooftop]
The sun hung low enough to turn the skyline gold, which felt appropriate because if this plan worked, it was going to be cinematic. If it did not, it was going to be a lawsuit against furniture.
Five large boxes sat in the middle of the rooftop like smug obstacles in a game show. Each was stamped with elegant branding, reassuring words like Luxury and Effortless Assembly that now felt deeply personal.
Halle stood nearby, freshly done nails catching the light, hair softly curled and pinned back just enough to say romantic surprise and not wedding rehearsal gone wrong. She looked glowing in a way that had nothing to do with makeup and everything to do with the tiny secret currently rearranging her entire existence.
Max cracked her knuckles and looked at the boxes. "Alright. First of all, we open the boxes. Second of all, how hard can it be to set up a bed?"
Caroline was already holding the instruction manual with both hands, squinting at it as if it had personally offended her. "Okay. I just want to say that the person who wrote this hates women."
Angelina leaned over her shoulder. "Why does Step One already reference Step Seven?"
Scarlett crouched beside one of the boxes, tugging at the tape. "Why are there sixteen different types of screws and none of them are labeled?"
Max ripped the box open with unnecessary force. "Because life is pain. Now, hand me something pointy."
Within minutes, the rooftop looked like the aftermath of a very specific kind of storm. Wooden slats were stacked in uneven piles. Metal frames lay scattered across the floor. A suspicious number of bolts rolled freely toward the edge of the roof.
Caroline flipped a page. "Okay. According to this, Part A connects to Part C, unless you are assembling the European version, in which case it connects to Part F."
Angelina frowned. "Is this the European version?"
"I do not know," Caroline replied. "There is no mention in here."
Halle sat cross-legged on the ground, sorting screws by size with extreme focus. "These three look identical."
Scarlett peered closer. "One is half a millimeter shorter."
Halle looked up. "That is not a real measurement."
Max lifted two metal bars. "Which one of these is the headboard?"
Angelina pointed. "The taller one."
Max nodded and immediately attached it upside down.
Caroline glanced over. "Max. That's the wrong screw..." She looked at the manual and then back at Max. "I think so. Check for the tiny red markings."
Max squinted at it. "Oops. These are the blue ones."
An hour passed. Then another. They switched on the outdoor lights.
Somehow, through sheer willpower, arguing, and Caroline rereading the same paragraph out loud six times, the frame began to resemble something bed adjacent. It stood. It did not wobble much.
Everyone looked happy.
Scarlett wiped sweat from her forehead. "Okay. I think we did it."
Max crossed her arms, proud. "Statistically speaking, one of us had to be right. It was me."
They hauled the mattress up together, grunting and laughing as it barely cleared the frame. It landed with a soft thump that felt victorious.
Halle clasped her hands together. "Oh my God. It actually looks beautiful."
"Yeah, throw in some drapes around, and you've your little romantic space," Caroline said with a smile. 'It's been a while since I had sex on the rooftop. Maybe tomorrow, I'm gonna seduce Alex in my golden thong.'
"Well, it's time... the moment of truth," Max walked up the bed's edge. "This will either hold or smash."
"You can do it, Max," Caroline said with a thumbs-up.
Max lowered herself onto the edge of the bed with the confidence of a woman who had never lost a fight to furniture.
For half a second, nothing happened.
She smirked. "See? Structural integrity. Told you, how hard can it be?"
Then the sound came.
A long, slow creak. The kind of noise that did not scream failure right away, but politely cleared its throat first.
Caroline's smile froze. "Max, I think something is wrong."
Another creak followed. Louder this time.
Angelina took a cautious step back. "Max, maybe you should get down."
Halle said, "Yeah, something seems wrong."
Max lifted her hands. "Relax. This bed is rated for at least two adults and one emotionally unstable cat."
The universe chose violence.
With a sharp crack, the frame gave up on all its dreams at once. Wood split, metal popped loose, the legs folded outward like they had been waiting their entire lives for this moment.
With the legs and frames gone, the mattress fell down on the wooden board.
Max remained lying flat, perfectly horizontal, staring up at the sky as if this had been the plan all along.
There was silence.
Then Max spoke.
"Well," she said calmly, still staring at the night sky, "on the bright side, I am alive."
No one moved.
Scarlett covered her mouth. Caroline's eyes were wide. Angelina had one hand pressed to her chest like she was witnessing a period drama death scene.
Halle blinked. "Max?"
Max turned her head slightly. "You know what nobody ever accounts for?"
Caroline swallowed. "Physics?"
"My boobs," Max said. "Nobody ever counts my boobs."
Scarlett groaned. "Oh my God."
Max sat up slowly, the broken frame groaning beneath her like it was filing a formal complaint. She looked down at the wreckage with professional disappointment.
"This bed did not factor in upper body enthusiasm," she continued. "That is on them. That is a design flaw."
Caroline burst out laughing. "You did not just blame gravity on your chest."
"I absolutely did," Max replied, cupping her boobs. "These are load-bearing."
Angelina rubbed her temples. "We were going to surprise him with romance, not insurance paperwork."
Halle was already standing, heart pounding. "Is anyone hurt?"
Max rolled her shoulders, bounced once experimentally, then grinned. "Nope. Still fabulous. Emotionally wounded, but physically thriving."
Scarlett exhaled in relief. "Thank God."
That was when it happened.
The sound drifted up from below. The unmistakable click of the main door opening. Footsteps. A familiar voice was calling out casually from inside the penthouse.
"I'm home."
Every head snapped toward Halle.
Halle froze.
Caroline whispered, "Okay. New plan."
Angelina nodded instantly. "Abort rooftop."
Scarlett was already moving. "Balcony. We will set up a table and candles."
Max stood, brushing dust off her clothes. "I will distract him if he tries to come to the roof."
Halle took one last look at the destroyed bed. The candles are still in their boxes. The flowers leaned innocently against the wall like they had not just witnessed a crime.
She inhaled. Then exhaled.
"Balcony dinner," she said firmly. "And Max, keep him away from the roof. We'll clean it up tomorrow."
Max gave her a salute. "Roger that."
They moved fast.
...
Alex went to his room and noticed the empty rooms. He thought the girls were either on the roof or out. So, he took off his clothes and went to take a nice shower. Today, he wrapped up the school scenes where Peter gets bullied after saving a kid from Flash, and Gwen saves him. All in all, things went great with very few retakes.
After a nice bath, Alex stepped into the bedroom, towel wrapped low around his waist, steam still clinging to his skin. He ran a hand through his damp hair, already mentally filing the day under good work, minimal chaos, acceptable exhaustion.
Then he saw Scarlett.
She was leaning against the far wall like she had been there the whole time, arms folded. She wore a simple shirt and shorts, nothing dramatic. And she looked beautiful as always.
Alex stopped mid-step. "You know," he said calmly, "most people knock."
"I'm pretty sure we are past that 'knock on the door' point," She said with a brow raised. "Besides, you left the door unlocked."
"That was trust," he replied. "You are abusing it."
Scarlett pushed off the wall and crossed the room without hurrying. The air between them shifted. She stopped close enough that she could smell his shampoo.
"You had a good shoot today," she said.
He nodded. "Very good. There were a couple of retakes, but all in all, awesome."
"Good," she replied. "Then you deserve a reward for all your hard work."
Before he could ask what that meant, she placed both hands on his chest and pushed him back until his back met the wall.
She kissed him. The surprise caught Alex off guard, his eyes widening before closing as Scarlett's lips pressed against his. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers threading into his damp hair, tugging gently to deepen the kiss. He responded instinctively, arms wrapping around her waist to pull her flush against him.
They broke apart for a gasp of air, foreheads touching. Scarlett's eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of desire. "Stand still," she whispered. "You are terrible at multitasking."
He laughed quietly. "I am literally not doing anything."
"Exactly," she said as she felt his hard cock behind the towel. "And yet, you are already distracted."
She kissed him again, slower this time, teasing more than taking. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, then slid down to rest against his collarbone, just above the towel.
Alex closed his eyes for a second. "I have a feeling," he said softly, "that I am being deliberately detained."
Scarlett smiled against his mouth. "Correct."
"For what crime?"
"For being too sexy. And coming home too early for..."
That made his eyes open.
"Too early for what?"
She kissed him again, effectively shutting him up, then stepped back just far enough to look at him properly. "Do not ask questions you do not need answers to."
He studied her face, the glint in her eyes, the way she was clearly enjoying this far too much.
"You are stalling," he said.
"Yes," she replied cheerfully.
"Is everyone else doing something suspicious right now?"
She shrugged. "Probably."
He sighed, but there was a smile pulling at his mouth. "I knew it. I take one peaceful shower and walk straight into a conspiracy."
Scarlett pulled his towel and threw it on the floor before grabbing his erect cock. "And you love every moment of it."
Alex nodded with a smile. "Yes, I do."
Scarlett went to her knees and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, her eyes never leaving his as she took him into her mouth. He groaned at the warm, wet sensation, his hand instinctively coming to rest on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair.
Scarlett hummed around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She worked him slowly, savoring the taste and texture, her tongue swirling around the head as she bobbed up and down. Alex's hips twitched, urging her on, but she maintained a steady pace, determined to draw out his pleasure.
"Oh, yeah~" He moaned in pleasure.
She was twirling her tongue around the sensitive underside, sending jolts of electricity through his nerve endings. Her other hand slid along his inner thigh, fingers teasing the sensitive skin, inching closer to his balls.
Alex's grip on her hair tightened, his head falling back against the wall as he succumbed to the incredible sensations. Scarlett's mouth was a hot, wet heaven, her technique flawless, designed to drive him wild. She could tell exactly how to touch, taste, and suck to make him lose control.
She added a subtle suckle, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her tongue still dancing along the underside. At the same time, her fingers brushed against his balls, giving it a gentle squeeze before trailing back up to circle the base of his shaft.
"Fuck, Scarlett," Alex gasped, his voice strained. "You're... god, your mouth..."
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust, her lips glistening with his saliva. She hummed in approval, the vibrations making him throb in her mouth.
Alex's hips bucked, fucking her face with shallow thrusts as he neared the edge. Scarlett took him deeper, her throat constricting around him. She began to deepthroat him with practiced ease, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she swallowed around his girth. She pulled out and repeated the move, her lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him closer to the brink. Alex's moans grew louder, more desperate, his fingers tightening in her hair as he struggled to hold back his release.
Scarlett pulled off him with a wet pop, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked up at him and licked her lips clean of his essence. "You taste so good," she purred, her voice husky. "Now..." She took off her shirt, revealing her boobs. "Cum on my tits." She began to jerk him harder, her hand a blur of motion.
Alex's eyes rolled back, his breath catching in his throat as he teetered on the edge of release. "Fuck, Scarlett," he groaned, his hips snapping forward in time with her strokes.
She leaned in, right nipple rubbed against his tip as she looked up at him with a sultry smile. "That's it, baby," she cooed, her voice dripping with seduction. "Give it to me."
"Argg!" Alex's control snapped. "Cumming~!" His cock jerked in her hand, his hot seed spurting across her tits in thick, creamy ropes. Scarlett moaned in delight, her fingers continuing to stroke him through his orgasm, milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.
As the final pulses faded, she gently released him, her hand slick with his cum. She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving, and looked up at Alex with a triumphant grin. "You're welcome," she said, wiping a bead of semen from her cleavage with a finger and bringing it to her lips for a taste.
Alex watched her, still trying to catch his breath, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "You're a menace in the best possible way," he said, his voice low and husky.
Scarlett winked at him, a playful glint in her eye. "That's the plan." She rose to her feet, cum still glistening on her tits. "So, how do I look?" She gave him a pose.
Alex's gaze roamed over her, taking in the provocative sight of her glistening, cum-splattered breasts, the way her nipples stood at attention, still damp from his release. "A work of art, crafted with the finest, most debauched materials."
She walked closer, her hips swaying hypnotically, cum still beading on her nipples. She replied with a coy smile. "I'll take that as a compliment," she purred, as she rubbed the cum all over her tits like one of those porno stars.
Then came a knock on the door.
"Well, time's up. You'd better put on something nice," Scarlett said with a wink before walking into the bathroom.
...
Alex changed into a clean blue shirt and dark slacks and walked down the stairs.
Halle was waiting for him.
The balcony had been transformed. A small round table stood near the railing, dressed in white linen. Two candles flickered gently in the evening breeze. Two wine glasses caught the city lights. Between them sat two plates of salmon.
Pan-seared Atlantic salmon with lemon beurre blanc, roasted asparagus, and herb-infused potatoes.
Alex slowed without realizing it.
Halle turned as he approached. She looked beautiful in that cream gown. Alex loved the way she was looking and noticed something different in her expression.
"Well," Alex said softly, sliding an arm around her waist, "I love the surprise."
She laughed quietly and leaned into him. He kissed her, slow and unhurried, the kind of kiss that carried comfort more than heat. When they pulled apart, her forehead rested against his.
"Close your eyes," Halle said.
He raised a brow. "That tone usually means my life is about to change."
She smiled. "Just trust me."
Alex closed his eyes.
He felt her step back slightly. There was the faint rustle of fabric. His heart picked up speed, though he did not know why.
"Okay," Halle said, her voice steady but warm. "You can open them."
Alex opened his eyes.
Halle was holding the pregnancy test in both hands, offering it to him like something sacred. The result was unmistakable.
For a moment, he simply stared.
The city noise faded. The candles flickered. His breath caught hard in his chest, and the world narrowed to that small plastic stick and the woman holding it.
"Halle," he said quietly.
She nodded, eyes shining. "I'm pregnant."
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