Naya left the hotel with legs still weak and a smile that masked the storm inside her.
She had never begged like that before.
And Janelle had used her like a toy.
Like a thing.
But Janelle made one mistake.
She didn't break Naya.
She created her.
The Game Begins
The next day, Naya walks into Janelle's office with a gift box.
"A thank you, boss," she purrs.
Janelle arches a brow.
Inside the box?
A pair of silk red panties.
Used.
"You left these behind," Naya whispers close to her ear, "figured you'd want to taste what you forgot."
Janelle lets out a small laugh.
But her legs cross tighter.
She knows what Naya's doing.
And she likes it.
Meanwhile… Chaos arrives
Later that day, a new girl walks into the office
an intern.
Aster.
Model-tall. Pierced lip.
Mischievous eyes that sparkle with knowing.
She leans against Janelle's desk like it belongs to her.
"I heard you're the one who breaks girls."
Aster smirks.
"Lucky me."
Janelle?
Doesn't even blink.
"You volunteering, or just talking?"
"Both."
Mirror, mirror…
Naya sees the flirtation.
Mirabel sees the name "Aster" saved on Janelle's phone.
They both notice how often Janelle's gone lately.
How she takes "work calls" smiling.
How she shows up with faint lipstick marks that don't match theirs.
Now Naya's game changes.
No more being the toy.
"If she wants war…"
She bites her lip.
"I'll give her sweet, sweet war."
And oh baby, Naya knows exactly how to play innocent
Then ruin someone when they least expect it.
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To be continued