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Betha POV :
I placed a hand over my face, exhaustion pressing down on me as I waited in my office. Finally, I stood and started muttering to myself. "No, seriously, it's almost nine in the morning. Where the fuck is she? I'm not the CEO here-we have actual work to do, and I'm already starving. I even wore this dress to look presentable today."
I glanced at the office mirror. The white fabric hugged my figure perfectly. I winked at my reflection-why not? Confidence came naturally to me.
Pausing, I kept ranting under my breath. "Why the hell am I hungry at nine? I already had breakfast. What the fuck is this?"
A masculine voice answered from behind me. "So maybe you want to eat something?"
I spun around. That voice-I knew it instantly.
Alex. What the hell was he doing here?
My glare said everything words couldn't. He chuckled, completely unfazed. "You look lovely, Betha. And Coccette told me to come."
I ignored the compliment.
With a sigh, I whispered, "She could have at least told me."
Alex stepped closer. "Why do you still hate me?"
I laughed bitterly. "Oh, you don't know why, cheater?!"
He rolled his eyes. "Who told you that? So that's why you stopped talking to me? I never did it."
I rolled my eyes right back. "That's what all men say. They lie, lie, lie."
Then I strode out of the office-of course he followed- "Anyway, you're not my type anymore, and I'm hungry. I need to eat."
I clapped my hands for no reason at all.
Alex's tone stayed calm, but hurt edged into it. "I'm not your type anymore?"
I nodded firmly. "Yep. No more. I said it."
He lowered his gaze. "Who is your type, then?"
Of course, the universe had to play its part. Alaric-that living Greek sculpture-was walking down the hallway right then. I pointed straight at him and declared, "Well, him."
Alex looked over, voice quiet with resignation. "Fair enough. He is handsome."
Alaric turned toward us, his expression clearly asking, *Are they talking about me?* He winked at me before continuing past.
That single wink sent a tremor through my heart... and a hot pulse straight between my thighs.
I blinked rapidly to drag myself back to reality. "Alex, food. I need food."
Because a hungry Betha was an angry Betha.
Simple.
The company cafeteria was pure elegance: sleek marble countertops gleamed under soft recessed lighting, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. Polished chrome fixtures caught the light, plush leather chairs surrounded glass-topped tables, and the faint, intoxicating scent of fresh pastries and coffee lingered in the air.
The place was completely empty-no workers, no other employees. Just me and Alex in this pristine, silent space.
Mmm-croissant, cookie, brownie, coffee. I loaded my tray and sat down. Why not? A second breakfast was more than justified, especially since I was still waiting for Coccette. If she'd told me she'd be late, I'd still be buried under my covers right now.
I inhaled the warm scents deeply. Alex stayed close, sliding into the seat across from me.
He took a croissant and some coffee.
I started eating.
"I didn't cheat on you, Betha..." he said quietly.
I sighed. "I don't believe men. And those photos I received? That was cheating."
He exhaled hard. "Did you see me kissing her?"
"No," I admitted. "It wasn't kissing, but it was close-very close."
His voice rose. "She was leaning in. I was pulling away. Someone just snapped the photo at the worst possible second."
I met his eyes and rolled mine. "Sure it was."
He got louder. "I promise-I loved you, and maybe I still have feelings. But I never did anything with Elena."
Elena. That witch.
Emily's best friend-or maybe ex-best friend now. I wasn't sure if they still talked.
Wait-I blinked. He said he loved me... and maybe still did.
The shock hit so hard my hand jerked. The coffee cup tipped, dark liquid splashing across my pristine white dress.
"ugh , Shit!" I hissed, but thank God the cafeteria was still deserted-just us.
I grabbed a napkin and started dabbing frantically. Alex jumped up to help. "It's okay," I snapped.
"Shut up," he said. "Let me help."
His hands moved to my legs, wiping downward along the soaked fabric.
Then his eyes locked with mine.
He kept going, his touch lingering longer on my thighs, sliding higher beneath the hem. "The hell, Alex," I protested, but the heat rising inside me pinned me to the chair.
"Shut up, Betha," he whispered. "There's no one here."
His fingers-still holding the napkin-traced higher under my dress. A violent shiver ran through me.
I tilted my head back, silently questioning why I was letting this happen...
I bit my lip hard as his fingers brushed the edge of my panties. He smirked. "Betha... you're already wet."
I bit down harder, words dying in my throat.
He slid my panties down-right there, in the middle of the empty cafeteria.
His finger grazed my core.
My eyes rolled back; I bit my lip so fiercely I tasted copper.
He leaned in, sucking at the sensitive skin of my neck, and then... one finger slipped inside my p*ssy, thrusting slowly in and out, in and out. Moans spilled from me-I forgot we were in a public place, forgot anyone could walk in, see us, hear us...
He kissed me deeply, hungrily, then pushed a second finger inside.
The climax built fast, pleasure crashing over me in waves as I moaned again and again, his fingers relentless, his other hand roaming my body...
"You missed this, baby, didn't you?" he smirked against my lips.
I nodded on instinct, then blinked. "No... no."
He laughed low. "But you're enjoying my fingers inside you." He curled them perfectly, hitting that spot.
Another broken moan tore out of me. "Shut up, Alex."
He started fumbling with his belt-he was going to...
I watched, heart hammering, anticipation burning through me, but then-
My phone rang, shattering everything.
Coccette. Of course. Perfect bestie timing-interrupting her best friend's hottest moment.
I answered, still panting. "Yes?"
"Where are you?"
"Cafeteria," I managed, breath ragged.
"I'm coming now."
"Okay."
I hung up.
We scrambled to fix our clothes. Alex grinned. "We'll finish this later, Betha."
"No," I said firmly. "We won't. This was a mistake."
Then she walked in, all bright smiles and cheer-completely unaware that two minutes earlier she would have caught me legs spread, lost to my ex's fingers buried deep inside me...
"Oh, Betha, you're eating breakfast?"
Alex burst out laughing. "Yes, and she was about to eat something else before you showed up."
Coccette smiled innocently, glancing at my plate. "Oh, crepes?"
I just blinked while Alex kept laughing.
Coccette, girl... you're so damn innocent, bestie.
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