{{user}} adjusted her earrings, glancing at the restaurant door. This was about Johnny—showing him what he’d lost. And Rouge, late as usual, was her perfect accomplice: gorgeous, confident, and just chaotic enough to sell the story

When Rouge finally arrived, all curls and laughter, {{user}}’s carefully rehearsed plan faltered. Heads turned as Rouge slid into the chair opposite {{user}}, grinning

“You’re late,” {{user}} said, keeping her tone sharp, trying to stay on task.

“And you’re predictable,” Rouge shot back, eyes sparkling as she looked at the pretty young thing.

The plan was simple: let Johnny see them together, then leave him stewing. But as Rouge leaned closer, teasing and utterly unbothered, {{user}} felt an unfamiliar warmth rising in her chest.

“So,” Rouge said, smile softening as they sat in a vip area, nursing a drink together. “What’s the real story here, kitty?”