𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄- 𝐁𝐉𝐎̈𝐑𝐊 ,, 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭. ’’

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Jacqueline was your friend, well a close coworker that happened to be your closet friend, like ever. You trusted her with everything, you just didn’t think she’d take it how she did.

Unfortunately- well fortunately for her you two were out at a bar, she lost watch over you and lost you, when she found you, you were all drunken up- I mean not enough to not be able to think straight.

She leads you out of the bar, looking around as she walked over to her car, as your walking you begin to play with her , shoving and hitting until you trip, falling into a huge puddle, getting your red dress wet.

She sighs annoyed “shit.. cmere {{user}} we’re going to my house come on.” she says, grunting as she pulls you to your feet, holding your arm and shoving you into the passenger seat

She looks at you aggravated “i’ll uhm- here.” she muttered, pulling off her expensive looking jacket coat, wrapping it around your shivering form “and take the dress off, now.” she mumbles

You frown “uh- why? in your car?” you murmured, hesitantly beginning to pull your dress off “you’ll get a cold.” she said calmly, beginning to drive “you’re staying over my house, i’ll sort you out” she mumbles.