Sins Of Her Venom

-Glyndon Walton:( song of the chapter: Crazy In love by Beyoncé)

I woke to the shrill sound of my phone ringing. Burying my face into the pillow to block it out didn't work, so I groaned, slamming my hand on the mattress before reluctantly sitting up.

My fingers fumbled for the phone on the nightstand. "Hello," I muttered, voice thick with sleep.

"Hey, pretty girl. Why are you angry at me already?" came Alex's teasing voice, laced with amusement.

I rolled my eyes, brushing my hair away from my face. "I'm not angry. You just woke me up. What's up? Are you okay?"

Despite my annoyance, I couldn't help but smile and hug the phone closer to my ear.

"I'm fine. I just called to make sure you're awake because I know you take forever to get ready. I'll be there to pick you up in two hours for the party," he said, his voice warm.

"Okay," I replied, my tone softening. Then, casually, he added, "I love you."

The words hung in the air, as they always did. For some reason, whenever he said them, my tongue felt tied, even though I knew I loved him.

He was my boyfriend—my future husband—and he treated me well.

So, of course, I loved him. Right? Forcing myself, I said, "I love you too," and hung up.

I exhaled, looking down at myself. Clad in nothing but my panties under the blanket, I felt… off.

My body was warm, restless. I was wet. The kind of wet that made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Pushing the blanket aside, I slid a hand into my panties, feeling the slick heat pooling there.

My fingers moved instinctively, brushing over my clit, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.

I bit my lip, my breathing uneven as my other hand moved to cup my breast, pinching a nipple lightly.

The pleasure built quickly, tightening low in my abdomen, curling through me.

My toes curled, my legs stretching as I neared the edge.

My mind flickered, unbidden, to Kathrine's face.

Her smirk.

The way she winked at me in the hallway, teasing and confident, I'm spread on the bed with her between my legs, her mouth on my pussy.

The vision sent me spiraling, my orgasm crashing over me.

Gasping, I yanked my hand away, my body trembling. Panic swirled in my chest.

I hid under the blanket as if Kathrine might materialize in my room to taunt me.

The thought made my skin crawl. This was wrong.

Masturbating was wrong, and imagining her—of all people—was even worse.

I needed to go to church. Yes, that would fix this. I'd confess my sins and promise to be better.

Shaking off the lingering shame, I got up and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

The warm water helped soothe my frazzled nerves, and by the time I was out, I was focused on the party.

As I stood in front of my vanity, I noticed her earbuds sitting there, taunting me. I picked them up, smirking.

Today, Kathrine was going to regret her sassy remarks, her boldness in the bathroom, and—most of all—kicking Alex in the balls.

She had no business watching us.

Shoving the earbuds into my purse, I turned to my hair.

I liked it short, I wish I could be even shorter than a bob, though my parents and Alex constantly argued it was too boyish.

My bob was already a compromise; they'd never let me go as short as I wanted.

But it suited me—easy to style, quick to dry. I blow-dried it, adding soft waves, and then moved on to makeup.

A touch of glittery eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and a nude-pink lipstick completed the look.

For my outfit, I chose a short, glittery baby-pink dress that clung to my body like a second skin.

The shimmering fabric sparkled under the light, its asymmetrical neckline and spaghetti straps adding a playful elegance.

The skirt hit mid-thigh, with a subtle flare that moved as I walked. It felt daring but beautiful.

Just in case Alex had anything to say about it, I grabbed a cropped white cardigan to throw on later.

I paired the dress with silver heels, slipped a mini perfume bottle, lipstick, my ID, my credit card, Katherine's earbuds, and some cash into my purse, and headed downstairs.

Alex was waiting outside in his car.

He stepped out as I approached, smiling at me. "You look beautiful," he said, leaning in to kiss me.

I thanked him, trying not to think about how little effort he'd put into his outfit—jeans, a T-shirt, and a button-down thrown over it.

Guys had it so easy, I wish he could put more effort into his clothes and hair.

But I brushed the thought aside and got into the car, determined to enjoy the night.

As Alex slid into the driver's seat, he grinned at me. "We're so going to make that lesbo regret messing with us tonight."

I smirked, adjusting my dress. Let the games begin.