Alley Mummy Whore(2) 🫦🍆💦

Lucy’s POV

The morning light kept sneaking through the curtains like it was mocking me on purpose.

Another day starting and still no real satisfaction anywhere in sight. I just sat there watching Mateo button up his crisp white shirt, all efficient and already halfway out the door in his head. He still looked good: broad shoulders, that jaw that used to make me wet with one glance; but after last night’s pathetic two-minute disaster I just felt… nothing.

Hollow. Like I was looking at a stranger who used to know how to fuck me.

He slipped the tie on, knotted it loose, grabbed his briefcase...