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Kelly woke up drenched with sweat and crying. She whimpered quietly because she did not want Vance to come into the guest room again for another night. 

He had been so good to her with her night terrors. Kelly had not liked sleeping as a child even into being a teenager because of them. She woke up like this—frightened and scared. Vance had not seen her sleepwalk, but that was not uncommon when she was younger. Kelly did not want to scare him, so she cried softly and tried to fall back to sleep. Her tears were a combination of her night terror and the feelings that had been coming to her being here with Vance.

She kept thinking about the one night they had made love here and she wanted to do it with him again. This time because she wanted him. He did not indicate that he wanted anything with her, but he came to the hospital to see her and brought her home with him. He took complete care of her and made her feel safe. 

But Kelly wanted to feel wanted by him, she knew he had wanted her but so much had happened to both of them. And he probably felt sorry for her because it was indirectly his fault that she had shot herself in Rafe’s office.

Curling up in the hot sheets, Kelly continued to whimper, flashes of her nightmares flashing through her head like strobe lights. Outside the lights flashed in her otherwise dark room when a car went by.

She sat up suddenly and gasped, covered her mouth when she saw a shadow pass her door.

A knock.

“Kelly, can I come in?” Kelly wanted him to come in and said yes, pulling up her bed sheets realizing she was completely naked. “Are you okay?”

She shook, but nodded.

“Yes, just a bad dream.”

“Do you want me to sleep with you like the other night?”

She nodded, pulling on her thin nightgown which really did not make her that much more clothed, and he got in the bed spooning her.

Kelly fell asleep instantly.

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I’m sorry.

It was a simple text, but Kelly had to wrote it to Rafe—and Eliza. She had caused them tremendous harm and it made her sick. Especially now that she was with Vance and her morals were back in tact.

He took her home, it was reverse deja vu because he was not taking her home for the steamy sex they had had the last time she was there when she picked him up because she felt alone and hollow…about Rafe. He held her intimately but respectfully as he showed her to his guest room. 

Kelly knew about Vance, he was a businessman in the vein of Rafe, and their one night together had reverberating effects on her life. But now with him, she was humbled and felt contrite. He offered to take her in so she would not be alone after she was released from the hospital. Promised he would not do anything to her that she did not want. It scared her because he treated her so sweetly that if she was pre-accident and pre-Rafe she might have wanted something more from him. But because of what she had been through and the way she had kind of used him? It was impossible.

That was why she had texted Rafe. She needed closure, needed him to know she was sorry about everything.

Placing her phone down on top of the newspaper, she saw the phone covered a picture of her and Vance coming out of the hospital. Him holding her hand and Kelly hiding her face but her signature ponytail let anyone who knew her know it was her. 

She looked up and Vance stared at her gently. She wanted to cry, but took his hand as he offered it to her like he had in the newspaper photo.

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Kelly woke up and saw a bouquet of white roses and then the face of the man who had betrayed her. She shook visibly, and he walked closer to her.

“Kelly, I needed to come and see you. I did not do this–I needed you to know that. Someone hacked my phone and released your pictures. I tried to call you and I knew you were ignoring me.”

She pulled her hospital gown closer together because it was loose over her décolletage. Vance had seen all of her, even though she had taken those deeply sexual photos for Rafe, Vance had given her a lot of pleasure and they had fucked right after she took the selfies. But now she was shy in front of him, was he telling her the truth or gaslighting her? Vance, she had found out after, was pretty substantial in the business world. He had enemies and was in the middle of a business merger.

“You didn’t have to come, I did this to myself…”

“Kelly, that night was intense. I enjoyed it, I enjoyed you and I meeting that night. I did not just come here…” he handed her the roses. “These are for you.” He stood back and looked at her. “They got the person who did this to me. A woman I had been with who was mad because she was stalking me and saw us having sex. I am sorry, Kelly.”

Kelly took the roses. Vance told her more about how his phone was hacked, and she felt the tears come down her cheeks. She almost killed herself for a narrative that she made to herself. Went to Rafe and blamed him for it —blamed Vance for it. 

When it was someone like her, someone who had done even worse to Vance than she had done to Rafe. She had almost killed herself in front of him.

“Vance,” her voice shook. “I am sorry too.”

He sat on the bed and held her, she shook with her shame with herself that she could not tell him. She remembered how she had had sex with him like a vampire, thinking about Rafe. When Vance had been a good lover and was here now with roses.

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Apparently, the sexy pics that Kelly sent Rafe were just the appetizer.

Jeanne told him that graphic sexy pics of Kelly were all over the internet. That her phone had been hacked and the pictures were everywhere.

Kelly’s sexy pictures even made it to news notifications on his phone. Everybody was talking about her. Was it a stunt to draw more attention to herself? 

It was everywhere.

Eliza was not surprised when they texted about it, even she had alerts about it. But after that night when she went off with Alessa and Leon and he went with Kelly, they barely talked about her.

Rafe was sitting at his desk when Kelly walked in. 

“How did you get here?” he asked, staring at her. Images of her naked floated in his mind so it was jarring to see her with clothes.

“You ruined my life, Morton!” she said and looked furious.

Folding his arms behind his desk, he took the bait diplomatically.

“How?”

“I slept with that monster to get over you and he hacked my phone! Those pictures were for you and now they are everywhere! My dms are filthy propositions and endless dick pics!”

“Kelly, I—“

“You ruined my life!” she screamed and walked out of his office.

Something in her eyes made him nervous. He got up, and the gunshot stopped him in his place. He had not heard many before, but the sound was very distinct to him.

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Wicked Wednesday has changed my life in such an amazing way. I am thankful for Marie being a great host and friend and thankful for the journey over a large part of that ten years. 

Here is a retro anniversary post to celebrate:

The cursive blob on the piece of paper she was holding said, Eliza Hughes. Holding Bibiin her arms, her daughter fast asleep and Eliza was exhausted herself because they were finally back from Paris.

She had not intended to stay so long, but she had had a good time. But she had to be back in New York before Halloween. The irony of Cinderella turning into a pumpkin and the pumpkin that was ubiquitous during Halloween, were parallel to her anniversary. Halloween made her think of the biggest day of her life, and she squeezed her sleeping girl who was so fast asleep her eyes did not even flutter.

Rafe came downstairs to get their luggage, and took Bibi out of her arms before he kissed her, squeezed her and her ass. Eliza’s face flooded with warmth, that simple gesture that let her know that he missed her generally and sexually and she had missed him the same way.

The doorman smiled at them as they walked into the apartment building. The look on his face was that he was happy to see them together.

Reunited.

Upstairs, after Bibi fell asleep, Rafe wrapped his arms about her from behind.

“So France?”

“France was good, but I needed to be in New York with you. It was like another world almost, but I was parallel to our world the entire time.”

“Bibi looked happy at the party.”

“She was.”

“The picture with Oscar…”

“I know…”

She turned around, and they were closer than close. She could be away from him, and she could be with other people but she still wanted to be with him when she was with him. Knew why she had chosen him to spend the rest of her life with.

“Happy anniversary,” she whispered.

“It is not our anniversary yet!” he whispered loudly.

“Every day is an anniversary.”

She kissed him, and her kisses were a litany of promises. They were pressed so close together they felt like skin.

One body.

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If Rafe could have rewritten his life, he would have written Kelly out of it. He was in bed with Eliza and Alessandra, it had been an amazing threesome. He and Eliza had never shared partners before Oscar, and now with Alessandra was equally as amazing if not more so because he and Oscar did not really interact with each other like he and Alessandra had.

As soon as he got dressed, Eliza behind him, he got messages from Kelly. The preview indicated that they were images from Kelly and made him put his phone away. 

He did not look at his messages until he was at work because he was with his wife and he wanted to give her all of his attention. The threesome made them speak in a silent language—lingering gazes, accidental and intentional touches and extra closeness.

But when he picked up his phone and he saw Kelly’s pictures—his mind was blown. 

She was completely naked in the pics, showing off her post sex body like something out of extremely graphic porn. The cherry on top was a video of her masturbating which was like a train wreck—he felt compelled to watch to its and her completion.

He did not answer her texts and knew that she had her texts on receipt.

He did not care.

When he met Kelly, she had seemed like someone he could be close friends with. Once he realized she was not what she seemed and her subtle comments disparaging Eliza he was done. Anyone he got involved with had to respect Eliza, she was his wife. She allowed their marriage to be open when they had both cheated on each other so long ago. It kept them solid and he planned on spending forever with her.

Jeanne, his sister-in-law texted him, and he was tempted to ask her about Kelly, but he decided it was not something he wanted to ask her about.

Have you heard about Kelly O? You guys were friends, so was wondering if you heard the news?

He put his phone down when he saw her text, he was afraid to see what he needed to hear about Kelly O…

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Kelly did not want to end up alone. It was bad enough that she has missed Rafe and she could only guess where he was…

But she did not want to sit alone in the nook of her house with her books. She was still dressed hot enough for a night out so she went back out. Returned to the bar where she had been not stalking, but rather looking for Rafe. She was sure that Oscar was gone by now and if he was still there then he had seen her already for the night.

Oscar was not there, but there was another man of his ilk sitting in the chair he had sat in hours earlier smoking a cigar. Kelly walked over to him, stood for a while and looked at him.

“Do you have another?” she said, letting her leg touch his.

He handed her one, and she sat on his lap.

“How much?” he said, putting his arms around her waist.

“I’m not a working girl,” she smirked, feeling a bit of mischief. “But we can role play that if you like.”

“Even better.”

Kelly went home with him, she still felt so cold inside. Even though she was with someone. He could not keep his hands off of her, she had to admit that he did know what he was doing and she got in the mood pretty quickly.

“You look sad,” he said, slipping his hand under her dress which she pulled up completely. His eyes widened as he touched her. She was not wearing any underwear.

She never did. 

It surprised her that he was sober enough to notice her mood. She was sad, she was not alone, but she was still sad.

And cold inside.

He took her hand while he still finger fucked her and they spread their bodies over his large bed. It was nice really, it felt good mechanically. Kelly came because he was good at it.

But inside of her was cold, like a corpse or a vampire.

In the morning she was still in his bed. She had been too lazy to leave.

Kelly did not care if he was there or not in the dim room with the blackout shades. She just sunk into his bed all the more, reached for her phone and texted Rafe photos of her post sex. To let him see what he had missed and to let him know she was not just sitting around waiting for him.

That was the real game she was playing last night.

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Kelly ran her hands over the spines of her favorite books in her reading nook. She needed to be comforted after her abrupt departure from the bar Rafe was at.

She could kick herself for how she fucked up that situation with him. Looking like a gold digger by asking him to not use a condom when they had sex. But he knew her, she gad gotten him hard why did he suspect the worst of her?

They had been canoodling all night up until he saw his wife Eliza go off with friends of hers. Kelly figured she had finally gotten him, they were going hot and heavy until her mistake…

Kelly sent him nonstop texts to apologize after and he told her that he did not want anything more from her.

But Kelly could not accept that.

When she made friends with Rafe Morton, she had wanted more. She hung around him and waited—as just a friend—because she knew she could get him. 

But when her big chance came she blew it.

She had been trying to see him in person. Using all of her intel with friends and colleagues, and sometimes just flat out stalking him.

Tonight had been one of those nights and when he left the bar, she had tried to follow him. But Oscar saw her.

They looked at each other for a bit, and then she went to the ladies room. In the mirror, her face looked like a tipsy deer caught in the headlights. She ran out of the bathroom and into a car home.

Ending up here alone and still sad that she had not gotten any close to Rafe. 

She would, she thought to herself getting up from her nook.

Kelly always got her man—dead or alive…

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Leon decided to invite Rafe and Oscar out for drinks. The three of them drank scotch and at first talked about work and sports. It was because of Leon who upon getting a text from Alessa—a selfie of her and Eliza in bed—that the talk about the girls came into it.
He showed the picture on his phone to Rafe and Oscar. It was a sexy one, they were both naked and smiling at the phone camera.
Leon liked this about Alessa, he liked everything about her. He had been close to her for a long time. When they started a relationship, it was his fairy tale come true. That he lived with her now and they had an open relationship that was loving and kind made him happy.
He had no desire to possess her like a thing he owned. Leon was happy to be with her and see the world through her eyes. That was why she was so affective as an artist because she was able to create that bridge between her vision and her audience. She was a magician.
In her personal life too, he was sitting with two men who were so different from him because of her.
“They are gorgeous,” Leon said.
Oscar nodded.
Rafe took a sip of his scotch,
“If only my phone was filled with beautiful women…”
“Is that Kelly again?” Oscar asked grimly, and Rafe nodded.
“Kelly who you left with that night when Alessa, Eliza and I went home?” Leon asked, taking a sip of his scotch.
Rafe nodded.
“I went to her place but nothing happened with her. Eliza was right about her, but she keeps texting me to give her another chance.”
“Well she is beautful Rafe…” Leon smirked. “So you cannot say your phone is not filled with beautiful women.”
“I’m not intersted,” Rafe shrugged. “It actually made me closer to Eliza.”
“Well that is good, you’re married to her and have Bibi,” Leon’s eyes moved quickly to Oscar. “The three of you work.”
Rafe nodded, putting his phone down.
“Guess threesomes are a good thing…” Oscar started off.
The silence was thick since Rafe was the only one who had not had a threesome with Eliza and Alessa.

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