The ride to Eve's apartment had felt impulsive when Claire started it.
Now, standing outside the expensive penthouse door with her heart pounding against her ribs, it felt humiliating.
She shouldn't have come.
But every late-night call from Ethan, every suspicious meeting, every soft smile he wore while texting someone he refused to name had led her here. To Eve. His assistant. Beautiful, polished, composed Eve.
Claire pressed the doorbell once.
No answer.
Again.
Still nothing.
Then she noticed the door wasn't fully shut.
A strange feeling crawled down her spine.
"Hello?" she called softly as she stepped inside.
The apartment was dimly lit, warm amber lights glowing against black marble floors. A wine glass sat abandoned on the kitchen island. A blazer hung carelessly over the couch.
Claire swallowed.
"Eve?"
Then she heard it.
A breathless sound.
A gasp.
Low moans drifting through the apartment like smoke.
Her stomach dropped.
The sounds were coming from deeper inside the penthouse—from the bathroom at the end of the hallway.
Claire moved before she could think herself out of it.
One step.
Then another.
The noises grew louder.
Wet laughter.
Heavy breathing.
Her fingers trembled as she reached the slightly open bathroom door and pushed it wider.
And froze.
The bathroom floor was soaked from the running shower overhead, steam clouding the mirrors and tiles. Eve was there, hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, tangled with another woman against the marble floor.
Claire's breath caught violently in her throat.
For a second, she couldn't process what she was seeing.
Eve looked nothing like the calm, controlled assistant from Ethan's office. Her lipstick was smeared, cheeks flushed deep red, her head thrown back as the other woman kissed along her neck.
Claire should have looked away.
She didn't.
Something about the raw intimacy of it rooted her to the spot.
The desperation.
The hunger.
The way Eve clung to the woman like she was drowning.
Claire stood there in stunned silence, watching the two women move together until eventually exhaustion overtook them both. They collapsed onto the wet bathroom floor, breathing hard.
That was when Eve finally looked up.
And saw her.
Everything stopped.
The color drained from Eve's face.
"Claire—"
The other woman jerked back in alarm.
Claire's throat tightened painfully. Her fingers curled around the doorframe to steady herself.
So this was the truth.
Not an affair.
Not another woman stealing Ethan away.
Something entirely different.
Eve slowly sat up, panic flashing across her features. "This isn't—"
"I…" Claire interrupted, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "I only came here to warn you."
Silence filled the room except for the sound of the shower still running overhead.
Claire laughed weakly, though it sounded closer to heartbreak than amusement.
"To tell you to stay away from my husband."
Eve stared at her speechlessly.
Claire's eyes drifted between the two women one last time before she stepped back toward the hallway.
"But it seems there's no need," she whispered. "Since you're interested in women."
The words came out trembling and wounded.
Then she turned and walked away before either of them could stop her.
Jane turned to eve" she stood there all this while, watching us cum".