Naya's wrists are still bound.
Eyes blindfolded.
Body slick with sweat and wine.
She's trembling not just from what Janelle did to her…
But from what she didn't.
"You're so wet, and I haven't even touched you properly…" Janelle whispers against her ear, her voice pure silk wrapped around thorns.
She licks the shell of Naya's ear, then pulls away.
Naya gasps frustrated, desperate.
Janelle walks off, casually grabbing her phone.
She dials.
"Mirabel, babe," she says sweetly, eyes never leaving the tied-up mess of Naya in bed.
"I'll be home late. I'm at the hotel. That pitch? It got extended. I'll send you pictures later, okay?"
She hangs up before Mirabel can speak.
Then turns back to Naya.
"I want you to remember this feeling… this need," she purrs, bending low between Naya's legs, breath ghosting over heat.
"Because next time you try to manipulate me
I'll leave you like this for real."
And then without warning she makes Naya come so hard she cries.
Then gets dressed.
And leaves her there, just like she promised.
Meanwhile — Back home…
Mirabel stares at the phone.
Something is wrong.
Janelle sounded…off.
Too sweet. Too rehearsed.
She checks the work group chat.
No late pitch.
No meeting.
"She lied to me," Mirabel mutters.
She grabs her coat, slams the door behind her.
Hotel. 15 minutes later.
Naya's still on the bed naked, flushed, trembling when the door opens.
"Janelle, you forgot your."
But it's not Janelle.
It's Mirabel.
She freezes.
Stares.
Naya screams, trying to yank her hands loose.
"It's not what you think—!"
Mirabel backs away slowly, eyes wide, hurt slicing deep.
But just before she turns to leave Janelle walks back in.
With champagne.
Freezes when she sees them both.
"Oh."
A smirk plays on her lips.
"You're early."
Mirabel stares at her like she's seeing a stranger.
"You lied to me. Again."
"Did I?" Janelle says coolly, pouring the champagne like this is a goddamn brunch party.
Naya's panicking.
Mirabel's furious.
And Janelle?
She walks up to Mirabel, slow and smooth, like a snake.
"Don't act innocent, Mirabel. You taught me how to lie, remember?"
Silence.
Then she leans close.
Whispers:
"Now let me teach you how it feels."
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To be continued