Sunday. 11:42 a.m.
Tomasz texted Joanna.
Tomasz: She called last night. Just to talk. 47 minutes. No agenda. She laughed three times. Asked about my work. My life. I kept it light. She sounded… lighter.
Joanna forwarded.
I read it in the office. Alone.
The betrayal arc chapter from Friday was still climbing readers hooked on the pain-then-hope rhythm.
Power stones steady.
Good.
Kasia walked in at noon.
Closed the door.
Locked it.
She wore the black dress again. No bra. Nipples visible through thin fabric.
She crossed to me.
Knelt.
Unzipped.
Took me in her mouth.
Slow. Deep.
I leaned back.
Let her.
When I was close, I pulled her up.
Bent her over the desk.
Hiked the dress.
No panties.
Entered her.
Deep thrust.
She gasped.
I fucked her steady.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Her ass jiggled.
I reached around. Rubbed her clit.
She came fast.
Shuddering.
I followed.
Inside her.
We stayed joined.
Breathing.
She spoke first.
"Tomasz is good. She's responding."
