Naya is at her desk, pretending to work, when her phone lights up.
It's her.
Her heart stutters.
Janelle:
"Room 807. I have a business proposal."
Naya doesn't even ask questions.
She books out early.
Sprays on perfume that smells like sin.
And walks into that hotel room like she's ready to be eaten.
But she's the one who gets devoured.
Meanwhile… at home…
Mirabel's still at her desk when she notices something odd.
Janelle's hair is styled differently.
Her eyes have a glow.
And when Mirabel asks gently,
"Where are you off to, love?"
Janelle just smiles…
Sweet.
Polite.
"It's for work, babe. Business presentation at the Hilton. I'll be back before midnight.
And Mirabel nods…
But something tugs inside her.
Her lips smile.
But her heart whispers, "She's hiding something."
Back at the Hotel:
The door clicks shut behind Naya.
The curtains are already drawn.
Low music plays.
And Janelle?
She's not waiting anymore.
She doesn't ask what Naya wants.
She tells her what to do.
Where to sit.
How to stay silent.
"If you open your mouth without permission tonight, I'll leave you begging in the hallway like a dog," Janelle says softly, fingers dragging over her wine glass.
And Naya?
God, she lives for it.
She's the powerful one at work.
But here?
She's nothing but Janelle's plaything.
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To be continued