Louis
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I arrived at Ms. Bella’s apartment the next day, this time the navy blue tie knotted perfectly around my neck.
She had said she wasn’t feeling too well, and had requested I bring some files to her.
I arrived at the door. Although I remembered the password, I had decided not to enter. I didn’t want to hear her moan, didn’t want to hear the sound of another man plunging his c**k into her.
So I pressed the doorbell, the chime filling the air. Silence stretched as I waited for her.
I pressed the doorbell again.
My heart thumped. I felt this strong itch—impatience— to see her.
I was about to press it again when the door cracked open, exposing a sliver of her face first.
When the door fully opened, my throat tightened.
She was dressed in a nightgown, one so short it ended
