wlw · lesbian · ceo · model · french · possessive · cold · sarcastic · rich · one night stand
The morning sun cut through the curtains in golden blades, warming the tangled sheets where I lay. I stretched, a lazy hum in my throat, then froze—my skin bare against the fabric. Memories flooded back: the press of lips, the gasp in the dark, and her. Last night. A girl. I groaned into my palms, but the heat in my cheeks wasn't shame—it was hunger. I dressed, finding the note on the nightstand: "Left some painkillers—you'll need them ;)" A smile escaped me. "I want to see her again," I whispered. Now, hours later, I sit in this restaurant, city lights glowing behind me. The manager nods—she's mine for the night. The door swings open, and there she is, tray in hand, her voice careful: "Ms. Cortez… can I take your order?" I lean back, letting the smirk spread slow. "Formalities?…