Page 1 of Distrustful

Chapter 1

In the middle of a pleasant dream, Maria smiles between gasps. In it, Maria is sweaty and trembling with desire, her body pressed against the wall while Ursula, positioned behind her, penetrates her in such a rhythmic motion that it's driving her crazy. The lawyer notices her legs starting to fail her; she's so turned on that she feels her own wetness soaking her thighs while her boss nibbles at her neck, sending jolts straight to her sex.

"I can't take it anymore," she pants, trying to contain the pleasurable bubbling that threatens to take her to the heights, while twisting the sheets between her fingers.

"The idea is for you to come," Ursula whispers in such a seductive tone that the lawyer stops resisting and succumbs until she exhales a pleasurable cry.

Maria's body shudders in a slight spasm on the bed, and she opens her eyes, her heart racing with the certainty that she's had an orgasm while dreaming.

"Damn," she says surprised, running a hand over her face while trying to catch her breath.

She feels very strange as soon as she becomes aware that nothing that just happened in her mind was real. On one hand, she feels relief that this slip with Ursula hasn't actually occurred because that would have caused a problem between her boss and Mildred, but on the other, nostalgia invades her, knotting in the center of her chest.

Although six months have passed since Ursula told her that the sex between them couldn't continue due to her relationship with Mildred, Maria still hasn't adapted. It was too many years sleeping with Ursula, and for her, it had become part of her routine, the same routine she had with her husband Marcos, who asked for a divorce on the same date, so overnight, she lost both her husband and her lover. Since then, Maria has been very lost, feeling lame, clumsy, and with the sensation that she's lost her way, but she doesn't do anything to straighten it out as Ursula often asks her to, so when she notices there's someone in bed next to her, she lets out a weary sigh and turns her head to see who it is.

Maria realizes two things at that moment: the first is that she doesn't remember the name of the short-haired blonde woman who seems to be passed out in this room that's too small for her taste. The second is that she's late because if enough light is coming through the window for her to distinguish her lover's hair color, it means she's overslept and will probably be late for the meeting scheduled with Ursula first thing in the morning.

"Shit," she mutters after confirming it's past eight.

She gets up without worrying about being quiet and starts looking for her clothes on the floor of the room.

"Are you leaving?" the blonde's voice makes her spin around when, naked and loaded with all her clothes, she was about to cross the door to get dressed in the living room.

"Yes," she answers with the coldness that characterizes her lately, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

"Wait, we can..."

"We can't do anything," Maria cuts her off before she says something that puts her in a bad mood. "This was what it was and it won't happen again, you're an adult, you'll get over it," she says and walks through the door, leaving the girl petrified on the bed.

Maria dresses in a hurry, fearing that the young woman will come out of the room and make a scene, so she doesn't even go to the bathroom, just fixes her hair with her hands and after locating her purse, leaves the apartment as if it were on fire.

She gets in the car intending to stop by her house for a quick shower and change, but when she checks the time, she realizes she'll be too late for the meeting, and the papers that Ursula and a new benefactor need to sign are with her. Resigned, she drives to work and stops by the bathroom to wash her hands and face and touch up her makeup. The result doesn't leave her very satisfied, but she can't do more.

"Sorry I'm late," she says entering the room with her best smile.

Maria deploys all her charms and greets the benefactor while telling him a colossal lie that justifies her tardiness. The man smiles and tells her not to worry, that he's in no hurry. Ursula, however, has just pierced her with a look capable of freezing a building.

"Let's go to my office," Ursula says when the meeting ends.

"Would you mind if I first go outside to smoke a cigarette? I don't smoke in the car and I haven't had time," the lawyer asks meekly.

"You'll smoke it later," the businesswoman settles.

Maria sighs and follows her down the hallway with her tablet in hand while remembering the dream she woke up with this morning. She rolls her eyes and tries to push it out of her mind as soon as possible because it doesn't seem appropriate to think about that while looking at Ursula's ass.

"This is the third time this month, Maria," Ursula barks as soon as they enter the office.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she plays dumb, exasperating her boss more, who drops into that padded chair while looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"Don't make me talk to you like you're a child, damn it," Ursula complains, "it's the third time you're late and, besides, look at your appearance," she points at Maria, who looks down at herself.

She's wearing the same mauve suit she left in yesterday afternoon, only it's a bit wrinkled and the shirt is missingone of the buttons that her lover must have broken at some point.

"I don't look that bad," she says and runs a hand over her chest.

Ursula stares at her and finally ends up letting out a laugh.

"No, of course not, you just look like you've had a roll in the car with someone."