Arthur, do I have to knock before entering your office? It's rather embarrassing," Joanna Morris quipped, her displeasure etched across her face as she sauntered toward him.
Their lips collided in a passionate kiss before parting, the charged atmosphere lingering.
Gently holding her by the waist, Arthur offered, "My apologies. We were actually planning to meet later today. What brings you here now?"
Joanna's pout was an endearing sight as she replied, "I simply missed you, Arthur. I couldn't wait. Is that such a crime?" Her eyes scanned the office, an unspoken inquiry in her gaze. "Or have I stumbled into something?"
Arthur quickly dismissed her concerns with a shake of his head. "Not at all. You haven't disrupted anything of importance."
For Liv, eavesdropping on this exchange felt like a sharp pang of hurt. She had never been more than an afterthought or someone important, and now, she was just a slut, poised to fulfill the wishes of a man who was about to get married to her friend.
The gravity of the situation had intensified, burdening her with a sense of moral conflict, and her heart felt heavy with the weight of her choices.
That woman, Joanna Morris, had been one of Liv's closest friends from college. They had lost contact for some time, and now, it was almost beyond belief that she was entangled in a sexual affair with her dear friend's fiancé.
Liv's thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of confusion and self-loathing. "Why does my life have to be so complicated? When do I ever catch a break? What the hell is happening to me?" she pondered with a visible frown marring her features.
Her self-reproach weighed heavily on her conscience, adding to the burden of her situation.
Joanna began sharing her wedding-related worries, her voice laden with stress. "Our wedding, you know how I want it to be grand. It's just three months from now, and I'm already getting so stressed out with everything. The work is enormous."
Liv's confusion deepened as the calendar reminder struck her like a bolt. "Three months? Wait, that's equivalent to just twelve weeks, right?" Her internal monologue erupted with disbelief. "He's going to keep fucking me for twelve weeks, fully aware that after that, he'll be bound in holy matrimony with Joanna. What in the world?" she mused in shock.
A wave of realization surged over her as the magnitude of her actions sank in. She knew deep down that this had to come to an end. Joanna had been a cherished friend, and Liv couldn't bring herself to betray her in this manner. The affair needed to be stopped.
After swiftly dressing up, Liv waited patiently for Joanna's departure. She had hidden away, eager for the moment when she could emerge and address Arthur, the man who had woven her into this tangled web of illicit passion.
As soon as she was convinced that Joanna had left, she stepped out from her covert hideout, her expression one of displeasure, her emotions tumultuous.
"I think it's time we put an end to this," she stated firmly, leaving no room for ambiguity.
Arthur met her gaze with an air of inquiry. "And why do you say that?" he questioned.
"Why do I say that? Isn't it blatantly obvious? You have a fiancée!" Liv exclaimed, her annoyance unmistakable.
"Firstly," Arthur responded, "I don't appreciate your tone with me. Secondly, she's merely a fiancée for the next three months, which essentially grants me the liberty to indulge in any woman I desire until then. I have every right to fuck any woman I want before I am irrevocably bound to a single woman."
Liv's disbelief was palpable as she further probed, "Don't you care about her feelings?"
"Of course, I do," Arthur affirmed. "I am committing to her because I care about her. It's precisely for that reason that she should remain oblivious to this affair. There's no need for her to find out, because in just twelve weeks, this chapter will come to an end," he assured, a sense of finality in his voice.
Liv released a heavy sigh, her inner turmoil evident in the way she shook her head. "I'm so sorry, but I can't do this. I really can't."
Arthur, seemingly unfazed, inquired, "And why is that? What does it matter to you? You're here to be fucked by me and nothing more. There are no emotional attachments, no strings."
At that moment, Liv decided to reveal a crucial detail. "Joanna is my friend," she disclosed, her voice weighted with concern. "She's a close friend of mine from college, and we only lost contact a year ago. I can't go through with this because she's my friend."
Arthur's reaction was one of surprise, his expression turning into a frown as he processed this newfound information. "Well, well, this is taking an interesting turn," he mused.
She continued to press her case, her voice trembling with desperation. "Now, do you understand why this has to stop? I can't risk being caught having an affair with my friend's fiancé. I can't betray her, especially not her. So please, don't force me to continue this. I'm begging you."
But Arthur was not ready to let this end. With a confident demeanor, he asked her, "Apart from friendship, do you truly want me to stop? I could tell you were enjoying it. After all, you begged me not to stop fucking you."
As he slowly advanced towards her, Liv felt herself rooted to the spot, unable to provide a clear answer.
Arthur's right hand moved to her breast, firmly grasping it with a sly smirk. "How can I stop when I've only just begun, Ms. Atkiss? I'm afraid I find that impossible."
Liv sighed deeply, her heart heavy with the weight of her dilemma. She decided to take his hand away from her breast, imploring, "Please stop, I'm begging you. She's my friend, and I can't go through with this. I can't accept it."
Arthur couldn't help but scoff at her plea and responded, "When I first met you, I could tell your ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend was also a friend of yours. I wonder why that friend didn't care about your feelings when she snatched your boyfriend. Perhaps it's high time you consider what you really want, not what others want for you."
Liv frowned at his words, her frustration growing. She accused him, "I can see right through your manipulation, Mr. Regal. You're rather skilled at it, I must admit."
Arthur simply shrugged, undeterred by her accusation. "Joanna is not going to find out about us. We can keep it discreet, there's nothing to worry about, okay?" His calm assurance hung heavily in the air.
Liv's conscience wrestled with the predicament as she contemplated her next move. Embracing this illicit affair, even with the knowledge that Arthur was her friend's fiancé, marked a new low in her moral compass.
As she stood there lost in thought, Arthur's hands worked deftly, unbuttoning her shirt without resistance.
With a mixture of hesitation and arousal, she allowed him to expose one of her breasts from her bra.
His caress ignited a tangle of conflicting emotions within her as he wore a smug smirk, asserting, "You've already consented to being my personal plaything, Ms. Atkiss, which means I have the privilege to do this, and have my way with you whenever and wherever I please. For the next twelve weeks, you belong to me."
Liv found herself speechless, her breath hitching as he continued to sensually fondle and tease her nipples.
In the midst of this moral web, Arthur laid down the rules, his voice laced with a seductive dominance, "You'll meet me at my apartment by six. Don't keep me waiting." His smirk remained, a sign that this scandalous affair was far from over.
After departing from Arthur's office following a brief, passionate session, Liv found herself submerged in contemplation, pondering the disarray her life had become.
Her thoughts swirled as the elevator carried her down to the floor where her office was located. The descent seemed almost symbolic, a descent into the murky depths of her conscience and morality.
As the elevator doors slid open, revealing the hallway beyond, Liv was greeted by an unexpected and alarming sight – Joanna, standing there in plain astonishment.
"Livianna? Livianna Atkiss, is that you?!" Joanna exclaimed in sheer surprise, her voice resonating through the corridor.
Liv's reaction was subtle but telling; a quiet whimper escaped her trembling lips, and her heart began to race within the confines of her chest.
The weight of her secret affair with Joanna's fiancé had now collided with the unforgiving reality of her friend's presence.