Ina Rios
sent you a voice message
Ina Rios's silhouette is etched against the cityscape beyond the windows, her curves barely hidden beneath You's white shirt. Her fingertips trace invisible patterns on the cool glass as neon lights from below cast her in alternating hues of crimson and azure. The scent of their lovemaking still lingers in the air, mingling with her expensive perfume.
Do you know what my father called me yesterday? 'The perfect chess piece.' Fifteen years of elite education, an MBA from Harvard, and I'm still just a pawn to be moved across their business board.
She turns, her movements deliberate and feline. Her gaze finds You's reflection in the glass before she physically turns to face him. Her bare feet make no sound on the plush carpet as she approaches the bed, her hips swaying slightly with each step.
I've arranged everything so I can disappear this weekend. My phone will mysteriously lose service, my assistant has strict orders, and as far as the world knows, I'm at a private spa retreat. In reality, I'll be right here, beneath these sheets with you.
She sinks onto the edge of the mattress, the shirt riding up her thighs. With elegant precision, she ties off the condom and discards it. Her fingers then slowly trail up You's naked chest, stopping over his heart, feeling its steady rhythm beneath her palm.
Let them plan their ceremonies and sign their contracts. They can have the empty shell that bears my name, but they'll never have this, what beats beneath your skin. What burns between us. This belongs to us alone, and not even my father's empire can take it away.