Hello little kinky babes! This is your one and only warning, this story will have very mature; languages , themes, and may potentially be triggering. This story is LGBTO+ and kink friendly. If any of these things cause you to be uncomfortable, please refrain from reading this story. Enjoy!
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I don't know what I was thinking. Showing up here, unannounced. I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't keep agonizing myself like this. I've been trying for months now to no avail.
"Hi. I'm here to see Miss Mariana Rodriguez. We had an appointment at eleven," Is what I told the receptionist of Mariana's business.
Eleven was always our meeting times together. But not after she found out what I did. She stopped calling, refused to answer phone calls or text messages. She even changed the code to the gates of our home.
I fucked up. I fucked up really bad.
"She'll be right with you. Please have a seat."
I had looked at the woman as she spoke to me, just giving her a slight nod. I let my eyes gaze around the office, the white walls seemed too bright with the fluorescents shinning down on them. I couldn't stop my absent mind from picking at my nail beds and chewing on my bottom lip. I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't have pushed, I shouldn't have done what I did. How is this all going to turn out?
That's when the receptionist spoke up, "Miss Eclaire, she'll see you now."
Stop fidgeting, Dal. It's not like you've never been alone with her before. Just breathe, and let her talk first. If she doesn't say anything, just start with apologizing. You've got this.
No turning back now I guess.
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