Falling For The True Heiress

My chest tightened painfully.

I really messed up this time.

"...Okay."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Thanks, Ela."

Just as I was about to end the call, Daniela stopped me.

"Wait."

Her voice turned more serious. "Did something happen between you and Camila?"

I closed my eyes for a moment.

"...Something did."

The words felt heavy on my tongue.

"We’ll talk later."

Before she could ask anything else, I ended the call and lowered the phone into my lap.

"I’m sorry, Cam..." I whispered, leaning back against the seat. I rested my head on the headrest and closed my eyes.

I took a long, deep breath, letting it fill my lungs before slowly breathing it out, hoping it would calm the storm inside me.

It didn’t.

Instead, the emptiness only grew heavier.

Before Sylvia came into my life...

Camila had been my whole world.

She had always been there. No matter what happened.

She had been my family.

My best friend.

The person I could always lean on.

Losing her like this...

It felt as though someone had torn away a part of me.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly and started the engine.

The soft hum of the car filled the silence, but it did nothing to quiet my thoughts.

Camila’s face.

Her trembling voice.

The hurt in her eyes.

The way she looked at me before she walked away.

They replayed over and over, refusing to leave me alone. I let out another shaky breath before shifting the car into gear.

After checking my rearview mirror for oncoming vehicles, I slowly pulled out onto the road.

Then I pressed down on the accelerator and drove away.

...

A few hours later, I pulled into the mansion’s driveway.

I didn’t get out immediately.

I stayed inside the car for a while, my hands resting loosely on the steering wheel. My head fell back against the headrest as I closed my eyes.

The engine was already off.

Only the faint ticking of the cooling car and my uneven breathing filled the silence.

I let out another long breath.

I had lost count of how many times I had sighed today.

After sitting there for a few more minutes, I finally opened the door and stepped out.

The cool evening breeze brushed across my face, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass.

I closed the door quietly and glanced back at the car.

My fingers brushed lightly over the smooth surface before another weary sigh escaped my lips.

I pressed the key fob. The lights flashed once as the doors locked.

Then, I made my way toward the mansion’s front door.

I pushed the front door open and stepped inside.

The rich aroma of dinner hit me immediately.

Butter-poached lobster.

Herb-crusted filet mignon.

Roasted rosemary.

Black truffle.

Freshly baked bread.

The mouthwatering scent filled every corner of the mansion, making it impossible to ignore the lavish dinner waiting in the dining room.

Normally, I would’ve wandered over to see what was on the table.

Not today.

I barely spared it a glance before heading for the staircase.

My footsteps echoed softly through the quiet mansion as I climbed to the second floor.

Instead of walking to my room, I turned toward Sylvia’s.

Right now...

I didn’t want food. I didn’t want to talk.

All I wanted was Sylvia.

A hug.

Her hand gently stroking my hair. Her arms wrapped around me.

Something—anything—that could make this emptiness inside my chest hurt a little less.

I wasn’t even sure she was home yet. After everything that happened today, she still had interviews and meetings.

But I hoped...

God, I hoped she was.

I stopped in front of her door and knocked.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

A second later, the door opened.

"Sylvia..."

Relief washed over me the moment I saw her standing there.

She frowned slightly as her eyes stared at my face.

"Why are you just getting home, Minnie?"

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I gently pushed the door open and walked inside.

She quietly closed it behind us.

When I turned around, she was leaning against the door with her arms folded across her chest, watching me carefully.

I crossed the distance between us without saying a word.

The moment I reached her, I took one of her hands and gently pulled her toward me.

She stumbled forward slightly until she was standing right in front of me.

I looked into her eyes. Then my gaze slowly dropped to her lips.

I didn’t think.

I couldn’t.

I leaned in and pressed my lips softly against hers. The kiss was slow and gentle, yet full of longing, like I was trying to catch my breath after holding it for far too long. Her lips were warm and impossibly soft, carrying the faint sweetness of the tea she had just sipped.

Yet the emptiness inside me refused to disappear.

Without realizing it, I tightened my arms around her and deepened the kiss, silently searching for the comfort only she could give me. Every second our lips remained together eased the ache in my chest, if only a little.

Her hands moved slowly down my back, leaving a trail of warmth that sent shivers racing across my skin. I could feel the steady thump of her heartbeat where our bodies touched, matching the frantic rhythm pounding inside my own chest.

The kiss deepened naturally, unhurried yet impossible to pull away from. My fingertips traced the softness of her back while the warmth of her body wrapped around me like a comforting embrace.

The scent of her perfume lingered between us, mixing with the quiet rhythm of our breathing.

We breathed together, our breaths blending into one soft, shared rhythm. The world beyond us disappeared until there was nothing left but the quiet sound of our hearts, the warmth of our embrace, and the comforting closeness we had both been craving.

Her lips moved perfectly with mine, each kiss drawing us closer than words ever could. Time seemed to slow, every heartbeat stretching into its own moment as I memorized the feeling of holding her.

I pulled back reluctantly just enough for our foreheads to rest together.

Our noses brushed lightly, and I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth between us, the lingering taste of the kiss, and the quiet comfort of simply being close to her.

"Minnie..."

She whispered my name as she looked into my eyes.

"Is everything okay?"

I slowly shook my head.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

Not yet.

She gently pulled away just enough to look at my face.

Her brows knitted together, and the concern in her eyes only deepened.

"Minnie..."

She reached up and cupped my cheek, her thumb brushing gently across my skin.

"Talk to me." Her voice was soft.

"I’m here."

My hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer until the soft silk of her shirt whispered against my bare arm. I could feel the gentle curve of her hip, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin fabric.

"I need you, babe," I said, my voice low, my eyes locked on hers. "I need you to fill me and make me forget everything and remember only you. Can you do that for me?"

Sylvia stared at me, her dark eyes searching mine for a long, silent moment before she gave a single, slow nod. Then her hands were on me, one coming up to cradle the back of my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair. The other splayed against the small of my back, pressing us together from chest to thigh. She closed the distance, and her mouth met mine.

The kiss was not soft. It was a claiming.

Her lips were full and insistent, moving against mine with a pressure that promised possession.

I opened for her, a gasp escaping me as her tongue swept inside.

The taste of her was dark and sweet. Her tongue explored my mouth lazily, stroking against mine in a wet, rhythmic dance that sent sparks straight down my spine.

I could feel the slight scrape of her teeth, the suction of her lips, and the hot, slick slide that consumed every one of my senses.

My hands gripped her shoulders, holding on as the world tilted to the feel of her body against mine, the scent of her perfume and skin, and the sound of our ragged breaths mingling.

She broke the kiss only to trail her lips along my jaw, her teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear, and I shuddered, a soft moan torn from my throat.

"Only me," she whispered, her breath hot against my damp skin, before capturing my mouth again, deeper this time, her hands sliding down to grip my hips and anchor me against her.

Sylvia’s hands moved from my hips, her fingers deftly finding the zipper of my gown. And it opened slowly and quickly under her touch.

The cool air kissed my newly exposed skin, raising goosebumps, but her gaze was hotter.

She pushed the fabric from my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet, and her eyes drank in the sight of me in my simple lace bra.

Her thumbs brushed over the peaks of my breasts through the material, a slow, circling pressure that made my breath catch.

She guided me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I sat down without breaking our locked gaze.

Sylvia knelt on the floor between my spread knees, her hands sliding up my bare thighs.

She leaned in, her mouth finding my stomach first, planting open-mouthed kisses that were both tender and searing.

Her tongue traced a path lower, dipping into my navel, and I tangled my hands in her dark hair.

When she finally looked up, her lips were a breath away from the waistband of my panties.

"Every thought," she murmured, her voice a husky promise against my skin, before her fingers hooked into the fabric and began to pull.

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