First Class Indulgence - Part 1.2
Added 2025-02-22 03:15:01 +0000 UTCFirst class? No, this was beyond that.
This was freedom.
There were no meetings, press, or cameras flashing in her face—just her and whatever she desired. Regina let out a slow breath, her fingers smoothing the pristine white of her dress. It hugged her body perfectly, tailored to showcase the figure she had maintained through strict discipline, careful eating, and relentless exercise.
But then there was the cake.
A slice of layered decadence, waiting on the table beside her. One of the desserts her own hotels were famous for. The thought flickered through her mind—it’s my business, my creation. Shouldn’t I enjoy it?
She lifted the fork, and cut into the soft layers. The first bite was hesitant, and small. Then another. And another.
And something inside her stirred.
