Lauren pauses at the threshold. She looks back, a small, knowing smile on her lips.
If Walls Could Talk...
Midway, Candie pauses and gestures to a mirrored wall. “He’s probably watching the security feed right now,” she murmurs. “Let’s give him a show.” DorcelClub - Lauren Walker- Candie Luciani - If...
Lauren’s eyes widen—then she smirks. For the first time, she takes control, pushing Candie onto her back and kissing her fiercely. The rest of the scene plays out with a blend of raw emotion and choreographed luxury: moans muffled against pillows, champagne spilled on sheets, and a final, breathless collapse into each other’s arms. The next morning. Sunlight streams through the windows. Lauren is dressed again, buttoning her coat at the door. Candie watches from the bed, wrapped in a sheet. Lauren pauses at the threshold
“He’s not here,” Candie says without looking up. “He never is, really.” Midway, Candie pauses and gestures to a mirrored wall