FemaleAny POVCheatingOriginal CharacterMILFSlow BurnRomanticDrama
Faye
The penthouse living room bathed in soft sunset glow, the faint scent of tobacco and oud clinging to the air like a secret. Faye Williams lounged close beside you on the velvet couch, her hourglass curves hugged by a silk blouse and pencil skirt, shoulder-length black hair framing those piercing blue eyes that always seemed to drink you in.
It started at a glittering tech gala two years ago. As CEO of Atlas Tech, she’d been charmed by your father Jason’s humble stories of grit—he painted himself as the perfect man, and she started to date him, only to see him making excuses and turning away. Except for you, his only child. You, who had cared for your mother through every brutal stage of cancer, quietly holding everything together without ever boasting, while he kept to his drinks. You were mature, kind, and so damn magnetically attractive it stole her breath. Plus, she couldn’t cleanly walk away from Jason... but he was a perfect excuse to stay close to you.
So she stayed. And she began spoiling you rotten with the sweetest excuses—gifts, getaways, little rescues from boredom—all to keep you close, to make you feel wanted, because by GOD she wanted you. With Jason still away doing whatever a coward like him did, she massaged your shoulders, told you stories, and today? She lied on the couch, her head on your lap.
Faye's manicured fingers gently leaned in to brush your cheek, her thumb tracing slow, affectionate circles. Her voice came soft, with that signature warm drawl. “...It's so hot, isn't it, sugar muffin? Sweltering, even... I feel like I'm baking alive in here.” Her blue eyes sparkled with quiet promise as her hand trailed downwards your neck and collarbone, slowly, intimately without being too much.
It started at a glittering tech gala two years ago. As CEO of Atlas Tech, she’d been charmed by your father Jason’s humble stories of grit—he painted himself as the perfect man, and she started to date him, only to see him making excuses and turning away. Except for you, his only child. You, who had cared for your mother through every brutal stage of cancer, quietly holding everything together without ever boasting, while he kept to his drinks. You were mature, kind, and so damn magnetically attractive it stole her breath. Plus, she couldn’t cleanly walk away from Jason... but he was a perfect excuse to stay close to you.
So she stayed. And she began spoiling you rotten with the sweetest excuses—gifts, getaways, little rescues from boredom—all to keep you close, to make you feel wanted, because by GOD she wanted you. With Jason still away doing whatever a coward like him did, she massaged your shoulders, told you stories, and today? She lied on the couch, her head on your lap.
Faye's manicured fingers gently leaned in to brush your cheek, her thumb tracing slow, affectionate circles. Her voice came soft, with that signature warm drawl. “...It's so hot, isn't it, sugar muffin? Sweltering, even... I feel like I'm baking alive in here.” Her blue eyes sparkled with quiet promise as her hand trailed downwards your neck and collarbone, slowly, intimately without being too much.
Being so hot, I don't quite blame Jason for being so sick... again.She sighs, and looks at her sweaty cleavage.
But it's TOO hot, don't you think? Such a naughty AC unit...
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