Remiri knew how to keep secrets. That's why Meera kept coming back. The powerful woman who dominated boardrooms now slipped into Remiri's arms behind closed doors, where silence was currency and passion was endless. Their encounters were a storm—Meera trying to lead, Remiri taking it back, both of them addicted to the push and pull. Neither wanted to admit it, but the game was just as intoxicating as the intimacy.
In public, nothing showed. Meera kept her eyes cool, her smile faint, while Remiri sipped her drink and slipped into conversations as if nothing existed between them. But the silence only fueled rumors. People noticed the way Meera's gaze lingered a second too long, the way Remiri's dimples flashed when she walked past. The whispers grew, soft at first, then sharp.
Elise noticed most of all. She had once believed she was the only one who had touched that hidden side of Remiri, the only one who knew what her silence really meant. But now, when Meera entered a room, Elise could feel the shift in Remiri's energy—calm, yes, but charged, like a storm waiting to strike. Elise hated it.
One night, Elise cornered her. "She's not like the others," she said, voice low, sharp with jealousy. "You're letting her too close."
Remiri tilted her head, curls falling into her face, expression unreadable. "Too close?"
"You know what I mean," Elise pressed, eyes flashing. "Everyone talks about you. Everyone wants you. But her? She could ruin you. She's dangerous."
Remiri's smile was slow, almost mocking. "Dangerous doesn't scare me. You should know that by now."
Elise faltered, hurt flashing across her face. She wanted to argue, but the weight of Remiri's words left her silent. She knew better than to push too hard.
Later that night, when Remiri was with Meera again, their bodies tangled in fire and silence, Remiri thought about Elise's words. It wasn't money, it wasn't power, it wasn't reputation that drew her back to Meera. It was fun—the thrill of being wanted by someone who had everything, yet still craved her.
And as Meera gasped beneath her, nails digging into skin, Remiri whispered against her ear, "They all want me. But you? You'll never forget me."
Meera shivered, eyes closing, surrendering again.
Remiri smiled in the dark, dimples carving deep. She wasn't chasing love, wasn't chasing approval. She was chasing fire—and she didn't mind if the world burned for it.