No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I was perched on the edge of my seat, just as tensed as anyone else in the room.

The cameraman switched views back to the pool table, capturing the moment the opponent's skilled shot went out of bounds. The place erupted in cheers.

The girl I was rooting for lifted her cue high, signaling her victory.

I watched the victor, my lips curving into a smile.

As music started playing on the TV, I swiveled my chair around to face Haley, "She won."

"The game's over. So, what brings you here?" Haley quizzed me.

I kicked the floor lightly, gliding the chair closer to her, crossing one leg over the other.

I was still wearing the black, slit silk skirt from last night's dinner with Yates and Fanny. The slit was subtly revealing when I stood, but sitting down, it provocatively exposed my thigh.

My skin was exceptionally pale, glowing against the dark fabric of my skirt.

Haley's gaze instantly shifted my way, a mix of admiration and envy in her eyes, even though she herself was fair and delicate. I knew her envy stemmed from not having flaunted her legs in a long while, especially with her pregnancy these past few months.

Ernest last night

motherhood herself, understood all

as she snapped, "Felicia, did you come

words were venomous, yet

let her comment slide, replying with a mockingly light laugh, "You think everyone's like you, lying under their husband

pale, "Felicia, you're no saint either. After sleeping with Conrad for

surprised by her accusation. It was a common belief among those

hadn't been with

required no explanation from

I'm with is my business, as long as I have someone to sleep

murkier it gets,

wasn't the reason for my

wanted to know why

to warn you," I leaned back comfortably in my

me? Felicia, you're actually scared," Haley smirked, looking

in my hand, I gently lifted her chin, "Haley mess with me all you want, I can play games. But if

care about

off limits."