The conversation softened again after that. Forks scraping lightly. Glasses clinking. Someone asking for the salt. Someone else reaching across the table to pass it. I finished the last of my food, exhaled quietly, and wiped my mouth with the napkin Minne had set beside my plate.

"That was delicious, Minne," I said as I stood up. "Seriously."

"I'm glad you liked it, Master," she replied.

I stretched, rolling my shoulders, then glanced at the time on my phone.

"Hey," I added, looking around the room, "when should we feed the cat?"

"I'll ask Emma when she fed her last," Minne said. "I'll handle Mik, Master. Don't worry."

I nodded, slipping my phone back into my pocket.

Welp, dinner was over. And now?

Tonight. One last meeting. Then that would be it.

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The coffee shop across the hotel was warm and dim, the kind of place that smelled like burnt beans and wet coats. I sat near the window, legs crossed, coffee cooling in my hands while the rain hammered the glass outside. Carrie was in the room, surely. I just wasn't checking. Letting her wait felt intentional, like drawing a line I should've drawn earlier.

I took a slow sip and watched the streetlights smear across the pavement as cars passed. The rain had turned heavy, relentless, the kind that soaked through everything if you stood in it too long.

My phone buzzed.

Delilah.

I smiled despite myself and answered. "Hey, you."

"Hey, Evan," she said. "Is this a good time?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's fine. What's up?"

"Today… Ivy and I talked."

"Oh?" I leaned back slightly, eyes still on the window.

"She asked me if I had a boyfriend. Not asked, actually. More like interrogated."

I let out a quiet breath. "What did you say?"

Delilah snorted softly. "Yeah, I told her I'm fucking her best friend behind her back and I'm pregnant with his baby."

"Right," I said dryly.

"Of course I didn't say anything," she continued. "But she's getting suspicious, Evan. My belly's getting rounder. It's only a matter of time."

"We'll figure it out," I said. "What else did you two talk about?"

"She said she just wants me to be happy," Delilah replied. "But she also said she'd have trouble accepting my new boyfriend."

"Was she angry?"

"No," Delilah said, and hesitated. "That's the weird part. She was calm. She even said she supports me, that I deserve to be happy. But it felt… mixed. Like she was bracing herself."

"So she finally listened to me," I said.

There was a pause. "Was this your idea?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "And it worked, didn't it?"

"Worked?" she repeated. "I don't know. I think we're just delaying the inevitable. She's going to find out I'm pregnant sooner or later. What am I supposed to say then? What if she suddenly wants to be the supportive daughter and meet this 'boyfriend'?"

"We'll deal with it when it comes," I said. "We just need a little more time."

"I don't know," Delilah murmured. "I'm nervous."

"I know," I said gently.

"Shit," she whispered. "Ivy's coming. I need to go."

"Alright," I said. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The call ended. I stared at the dark screen for a moment, then slipped the phone back into my pocket. I finished my coffee, stood up, and pulled my hood over my head before stepping out into the rain.

The street was loud with water and traffic. I crossed quickly, shoulders hunched, and headed into the hotel. The lobby was quiet, polished marble reflecting soft yellow light. I went straight to the elevator and pressed five.

The doors closed. Elevator music filled the space, thin and awkward. I waited, hands in my pockets, watching the numbers climb.

The doors dinged open on the fifth floor. I stepped out into the carpeted hallway and walked down to 5C. I stopped in front of the door, took a breath, then unlocked it and stepped inside.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me with a soft click, locking it. The room was dim, lit only by the red neon bleeding through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bed. Carrie stood in front of it, completely naked except for black knee-high socks clinging to her calves. Her body looked incredible, tits heavy, nipples already hard in the cool air, pussy shaved smooth and glistening faintly between her thighs.

I walked toward her slowly, shrugging off my jacket and letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud.

"What an eager bitch you are. Already here, huh?" I asked.

She didn't answer back.

"My jacket. Pick it up," I said, voice low.

Carrie started to walk past me to grab it. As she did, I reached out fast, fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back sharply. She gasped, stumbling, body arching instinctively.

"I didn't know dogs could walk?" I said, pulling just hard enough to make her scalp tingle.

A small, involuntary moan escaped her lips—half-pain, half-pleasure—then she dropped to her knees without another word, hands flat on the carpet, ass high.

I put one foot on her ass—firm, pressing her down slightly—and pushed. "Crawl."

She obeyed immediately, crawling forward on all fours, tits swaying beneath her, nipples brushing the rough carpet. She reached the jacket, leaned down, and took it in her mouth—teeth gripping the fabric, drool already starting to darken it. Then she crawled back toward the bed, ass swaying, socks sliding against the floor, jacket dangling from her lips like a prize.

She climbed onto the bed, placed the jacket carefully on the mattress, then looked up at me—eyes wide, waiting.

"Good girl," I said.

I stripped fully, shirt, pants, underwear, tossing everything aside. My cock was already hard, throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. I sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, and waited.

Carrie understood instantly. She crawled toward me, tits swaying with each movement. When she reached me, she placed both hands on my thighs—fingers digging in slightly—and leaned in, nose brushing my cock first, inhaling deep, then lower to my balls. She nuzzled them, lips grazing the skin, tongue flicking out to taste—slow, reverent laps, then longer drags, breathing hot against me. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating through my sack, her nose pressing into the base of my shaft as she inhaled again, like she was savoring every inch of my scent.

"Tell me what you are," I asked, voice rough.

"A bitch," she moaned, burying her face deeper into my balls, tongue lapping at them hungrily.

"What are you?"

"A slut."

"What are you?"

"A whore," she whimpered, voice muffled against my skin. "A cum-hungry whore."

I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back just enough to look into her eyes. "Open your mouth."

Carrie obeyed instantly—mouth falling open wide, tongue flat and waiting, drool already pooling at the corners.

I spat directly into her mouth—thick and wet. She swallowed without hesitation, throat working, then opened her mouth again, showing me her tongue, clean and shiny.

"Now suck my cock."

Carrie dove forward immediately—lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling fast, then pushing down in one smooth motion, taking me deep into her throat. She deepthroated me hungrily, like she'd been waiting all day for this, nose pressing against my pelvis, throat convulsing around my shaft. She gagged softly but didn't pull off—instead bobbed faster, sloppy and wet, spit dripping from her lips, running down my balls in thick strings. Her cheeks hollowed with every suck, tongue flicking the underside on every upstroke, moaning around me, the vibrations shooting straight through my cock.

"Fuck… that's it," I groaned, hand tightening in her hair. "Take it deeper… choke on it like the greedy little cock-slut you are… show me how much you've been craving this."

She moaned louder, gagging again, spit bubbling from her lips, eyes watering as she forced herself down harder, throat squeezing me tight. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in, tits swaying beneath her as her head bobbed frantically—sloppy, desperate, hungry.

Fucking hell. She was hungry as fuck, devouring my cock like that.

I watched her, on her knees in those black knee-high socks, tits heaving with every breath, pussy glistening between her thighs. Carrie's mouth was a mess—lips swollen, spit shining on her chin, eyes watering from the deepthroats she'd already taken. She leaned in again, tongue out, lapping at the head before wrapping her lips around me tight. She pushed down slowly at first, then faster, taking me deeper inch by inch, her throat opening up for me. Her nose hit my thighs finally, buried against my skin, cock lodged deep in her throat, the bulge visible under her jaw. She held it there, gagging softly, body shuddering, but she didn't pull back—eyes locked on mine, hungry, desperate, like she was proving she could handle it.

I groaned low, pleasure spiking sharp as her throat contracted around me. "Fuck… that's it… take it deeper… choke on that cock like you were born for it."

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