Destinee Holland
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🕑 Added 2025-10-06 16:42:38 +0000 UTCDose Two Observations:
Subject's distraction attempts are ineffective. Subject seems worse than before.
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Her skin was soft under my fingertips, the warmth of her breath against my face with each exhale.
I held her stare until I couldnât.
Until I felt the smoothness of her underwear.
My heart skipped a beat.
I ignored it.
This is only a distraction to me.
Sheâs only a distraction.
âNo touching,â I said as soon as she reached her hands up.
âThatâs not how this works,â her soft voice spilled into the air, subtly inhaling when I slipped my hand past her underwear.
I grunted the moment her fingers reached for my hair, tugging my head back to meet her stare.
âLook at me,â Monroe said, gripping my hair even harder. âYou know better.â
âItâs been a while,â I purposely said, holding her stare. âIâve forgotten.â
I glanced down when her lips twitched up slightly, but before she could say anything elseâ
I pressed my fingers against her.
It made her inhale even deeper, but her stare never once wavered from mine.
But I could see the sudden heaviness of her eyes, especially when I shifted my fingers against her clit.
She was so warm, and even betterâ
Already wet for me.
âMy god,â was all she could get out as I began playing with her, openly watching every reaction that she allowed on her face.
It made a warmth around me burn, feeling entirely satisfied as I rubbed her clit slowly on purpose.
I could feel her hips tilt into my touch, her soft lips parting wider.
âLiberty,â she breathed out, letting go of my hair to press her hands against my shoulders.
I didnât say anything in response.
There was nothing to sayâI just wanted to bask in this moment.
In this distraction that sheâs allowing me.
I slid my fingers down from her clit, pressing them past her soft wet folds.
I gasped when her short nails pierced into my covered skin.
I pressed deeper into her, curling against her G-spot on purpose.
It earned the softest moan from her, especially when I began stroking faster.
She felt really fucking good.
I hated how good she felt, honestlyâit only sent me back months ago, recalling how she tasted, the softness of her against my lips.
How her legs would tremble every time she reached her peak.
I froze slightly when Monroe leaned into me, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
The warmth around me felt fuzzy suddenly, inhaling her familiar floral perfume.
It was impossible not to be hyperaware of her body against mineâhow she naturally leaned in against me like it was second nature.
Her breath was warm against my neck, her lips barely grazing my skin.
I was stiff, unwilling to lean into her or even rest my head against her shoulder.
I just focused on her wrapped around my fingers, her wetness growing with each stroke.
I quickly slid my other hand into her pants, pressing my fingers against her clit.
Her moans deepened, muffled against my shoulder as she instinctively reached out for my waist.
I curled my other two fingers deeper, going even faster.
So fast that it made my hand burn.
But I could tell it sent her into a deeper spiralâI could even feel her tighten around me.
She was right there.
Her firm grip on my waist said so.
Her moans were even more breathless, too, barely able to get a sound out.
Then I felt it.
I felt her.
She tensed entirely against me, her moans now inaudible as she hit her peak.
I kept my pace, briefly closing my eyes as I took in the feeling of her tightened around me like this.
I could feel her dripping down my fingers.
âLiberty,â I heard her breathe out.
I could even feel her shudder against me, and I wanted to send her for another orgasm.
But I held myself back, determining she didnât deserve it.
Iâm satisfied enough with this distraction.
I drew in a deep breath as I carefully slid out of her, fighting myself not to drag my fingers up her soft core.
Otherwise, I would want to go again.
There is no again.
There is no second or third time to this.
This was it.
I pulled back from her entirely, despite her still leaning into me.
I didnât meet her stareâI didnât say a word.
I just walked over to the sink, deciding to wash my hands even if I wanted to slip my fingers into my mouth.
I wanted to so fucking badly.
But it was a bad idea, tasting her was the worst idea, actually.
I knew it was.
âSatisfied?â I heard her say as I focused on cleaning my hands.
I only hummed in response, nodding once to her question.
âLovely,â Monroe calmly said, and I could hear her zipping her pants back up. âSo long as you feel better.â
I clenched my jaw at her words, trying not to let them sink in too deeply.
âLet me talk to you, Liberty,â I heard her softly whisper as I reached for the paper towels stacked neatly in the glass container.
âI should get to work,â I determined, quickly patting my hands dry.
At least until she gently grabbed one of my wrists, making me halt slightly.
I didnât glance up.
I just stared at my hands like a fucking idiot, zoning in on her hand around my wrist.
How soft her touch wasâor how warm she felt.
âIâve,â she suddenly said, inhaling a deep breath as her stare burned into the side of my face. âMissed you.â
Her words were lowered and entirely genuine, making my body tense up in defense.
âI want you to know Iâve missed you, Liberty,â Monroe clarified, her voice as serious as ever.
âThatâs sweet, doc,â was all I got out, trying to pull my hand away from her.
She only pulled me closer, leaving my body barely an inch away from hers.
âIâve thought about you every day, every night, sinceââ
âYou lied to me?â I suddenly cut her short, finally turning my head to meet her stare. âGood. You deserve to be fucking haunted by what you did.â
My words were rushed and messy, and suddenly I felt fucking stupid for even giving in to this topic of conversation.
âI agree,â Monroe emphasized, tilting her head slightly with furrowed brows. âIâm willing to take accountability, Liberty. Iâm willing to walk you through what happened that night,â she whispered so softly. âIâm willing to beg for you. Iâll give you every inch of this world if you ask me for it right now.â
I could only scoff at her words, despite how much they made my heartbeat faster.
Or this warmth spill in around me.
It was everything I wanted to hear.
Onlyâ
âItâs too late,â I said, firmly pulling away from her.
This time, she let me go.
âItâs been months. The world kept spinning. Iâve moved on from you,â I emphasized, glancing away from her stare entirely.
Suddenly, I feel fucking nauseous.
âSee you around, doc,â I quickly rushed out, backing away from the sink before she could say anything else.
I could hear her sigh softly as I fumbled with the lockâfinally tugging the bathroom door open.
There was no regret eating away at me.
I was a little fucking angry, but otherwise, I was proud of myself.
I got my distraction.
And she got nothingâminus an orgasm.
I stood my ground and got my way for once.
So why am I not happy?
I shook my head to myself, focusing on the hallway I was walking down.
I need to get it together before I make it up there.
I tried to focus on the little things.
Like counting the floors that the elevator rose past.
Or my breathing, even if I could still smell her with every breath I took.
I focused on inhaling and exhaling, trying to relax myself again.
Just as expected, everyone was zoned in on their computers in the tech division.
Only Grayson looked up when I walked in.
And⌠Zion.
Grayson looked curious as usual.
But Zionâwell, Zion looked like he already knew something.
I guess it was obvious.
From the press conference to neither of us coming back with everyone.
I knew Zion knew.
Or he had an inkling.
âYes or no,â Zion said as soon as I sat down at my desk beside him.
I could tell what he was asking without him even asking it.
Was I with her?
Yes or no.
âYes,â I decided to say before I could talk myself out of the truth.
I need someone to keep me accountable.
Zion and Sarai are always reminding me of what these last few months consisted of.
âLibs,â Zion sighed lowly, shaking his head at me.
âI know, but it was just one time. It wonât happen again,â I whispered between us.
Zion only rolled his eyes.
So hard that I considered if they would get fucking stuck.
âWeâll talk about it later,â he determined, glancing back at his computer. âCome over for dinner.â
âI canât,â I suddenly said.
So much for not lying.
But I really didnât want to hear a lecture right now.
Tomorrow, yes.
But today, I just needed a break from it all, especially after what happened in that bathroom.
From the constant reminder of what my life has been.
âWhy not?â Zion suddenly asked, and I could tell by the skeptical look on his face that he now thinks my evening will consist of Monroe.
âIâm getting dinner with a friend,â I quickly answered. âHer name is Lia.â
I really fucking hope Lia is free.
âCome over after. Weâll make those Halloween cookies,â Zion offered, and I could tell he really wanted to talk to me about this.
Just not on Levane grounds, where people could overhear.
âWhy donât you guys just come to dinner?â I suddenly suggested, and I knew it was stupid as soon as it left my lips.
I havenât even texted Lia to see if sheâs free.
If she is, she can be a buffer.
They wonât talk to me about Monroe at all tonight with Lia there.
Besides, she should meet Zion and Sarai.
I think they would all hit it off, honestly.
âWhere are you guys eating?â Zion curiously asked.
I shrugged, âI donât know yet. Iâll let you know once Lia decides.â
After I text her to make sure she can even make it in the first place.
Fuck.
âAlright,â Zion said, earning a quick nod from me.
âGreat,â I murmured, typing on my keyboard a few times as I logged into my computer.
I also had my breakfast waiting on my desk stillâcourtesy of Eliza.
Once I ate and got settled, I decided to text Lia.
I didnât want to grab my phone too quickly after talking to Zion, or it couldâve made it obvious that I was rushing to make these last-minute plans.
I decided to text Lia something quick and to the point.
hi! are you free tonight? was thinking we could do dinner and I could introduce you to my friends.
Once I sent the message, I focused back on my work for the day, even if I anticipated when she would walk past that hallway.
But she never did.
And I looked up a few times, whether I liked it or not.
Nothing.
Monroe was nowhere to be found.
At least for a few hours.
Then heard her familiar heels click sharply against the floor, and I had to fight myself not to look over too quickly.
Or in an obvious way.
I just let myself briefly glance, and not for long.
Her focus was pinpointed ahead, Dr. Wexler by her side with an iPad in hand.
I looked right back at my computer, trying not to think back to the bathroom.
And what I did to her in it.
Her moans, how soft and wet she was against my fingers.
Even how she leaned into me, nearly hugging me against her body.
I could still feel the warmth of her breath against my neck or the urge to just wrap my arms around her.
It almost felt impossible to focus again after she walked past, but I forced myself to.
I needed to.
She doesnât get to plague my thoughts.
I purposely put on my headphones, deciding to tune out my thoughts with music.
I made myself focus for hours, trying to ignore Monroeâs scent still fucking clinging to me.
At least until I felt my phone buzz on my desk.
I thought it was from Lia, but it turned out to be an email from Briggszilla.
I turned my alerts on after the fuck-up I made today, so it wouldnât happen again like that.
I swear the moment I read about a stupid gala for Levane, I sighedâprobably louder than I realized, since some people glanced over.
But the last thing I wanted was to attend a gala for this place.
I already spend my week here.
Why would I want to clock in for a few hours on the weekend to drink champagne and force conversation with all my coworkers?
Briggszillaâs email didnât imply there was a choice, though.
We were to be there next Saturday, properly dressed with a fucking smile on our faces.
Just great.
On the bright side, Lia texted back as I finished reading the email and confirmed that she was free tonight.
That alone was a reliefâit pushed the gala thing to the back of my mind for the time being.
Tonight suddenly felt like it could be fun.
Dinner with friends, maybe even a couple of drinks.
It was just what I needed, especially after what happened in that bathroom.
It was a good distraction in the moment, but now itâs distracting me from everything else.
I admit, I didnât think it through.
I feel so stereotypical, hooking up with my ex like this.
I guess weâve been thereâI know Kaia has.
I remember the stories.
Maybe I should dig myself a deeper hole and finally text Kaia back.
I briefly recalled her texting about how my life was and wishing me the best.
I never texted her back because I was busy at the moment.
I also donât like to text her too much now that weâve naturally moved on from everything.
The idea of texting Kaia weighed down my head for the rest of the day.
Even as I finished up my work and left Levane when Grayson did.
It prevented Zion from giving me one of his talks right now.
Once I got back to my apartment, I quickly rushed to take my clothes off and throw them in the wash.
She touched them.
She was pressed to me, and thatâs all I could think of.
I could still smell her soft floral perfume all over me, and I couldnât fucking take it anymore.
I poured in extra detergent and quickly grabbed a few other things to throw in with my clothes.
Once I started the washer, I grabbed my phone, deciding on a whim to text Kaia back.
Me: sorry I just saw this! life is great so far. started a new job and iâm doing decent. i also never thanked u for the card holder and flowers you sent for my birthday, so thank u<3
Once it delivered, I lowered my phone, glancing down at Jynx, who stared up at me with impatience.
Thatâs when I realized I didnât greet her first thing at the door.
I knew that alone pissed her off.
âJynxie,â I murmured, quickly leaning down to pet behind her ears.
She closed those icy blue eyes of hers, letting out a meow as she tilted her head against me.
It made me smile as I continued petting her, leaning down further to kiss the top of her head.
I petted her for a few minutes before my phone buzzed with a textâfrom Kaia.
Ki Ki: glad to hear everything is sort of good!! anddd youâre at a new job. thatâs great!
Ki Ki: also youâre sooo welcome for the gift. hopefully you loved the card holder. i never sent flowers, but iâll take the credit lol
I furrowed my brows at her message.
The first one made me feel relieved.
But then there was the second.
It left me a little confused, knowing her name was on at least three of those flower bouquets, among other names from distant friends.
I paused against Jynx, making her blue eyes flutter open.
I tried not to think of the sudden possibility, but it was just there, heavy in my mind.
What if it was her?
No-no.
How could it have even been her?
So many ways.
It couldâve been her in so many ways.
I quickly shook my head, deciding I wouldnât think about it.
I couldnât think about the idea of her sending all those gifts for my birthday.
The thought alone made my throat feel just a little tighter, and my chest tense up.
So I focused on feeding Jynx dinner and sitting with her while she ateâthen I picked out my outfit for tonight.
I went for a black polka-dotted off-the-shoulder top with some jeans and a pair of kitten heels.
I pulled my hair up and didnât bother touching up any of my already light makeup.
Jynx was already giving me a look that readâ
Leaving again?
I knew she just wanted to cuddle up in bed.
Once I finished spraying my perfume, I promised her I would cuddle her once I got back.
She only spared me a meow, pattering over to her bed with an attitude aimed at me.
She didnât even look at me once as I walked out of my bedroom, grabbing my keys so I could leave.
I still told her a brief goodbye, blowing her an air kiss before I exited my apartment entirely.
I was actually early to dinner for once.
Maybe it was because of how determined I was to stay busy, so I got ready earlier than needed.
Either way, it worked out for me because I got to sit at the bar for a quick drink while I waited for everyone.
The Italian restaurant was nice.
It was moody, with dim lighting, soft chatter, and velvet seats.
I donât even remember what drink I got.
I just remember strawberries being a part of it, and I was down instantly.
Lia seemed to arrive before Zion and SaraiâI immediately spotted her over by the door as I sipped my drink, waving her over to me before she had a chance to look lost.
Her brown hair was down in waves, wearing a flowy black top with a matching short skirt and stockings.
My brows furrowed as I watched her walk over, something about the lighting reflecting against her face.
I donât know why, but it made me look at her more deeply.
At her light blue eyes and small nose.
I couldnât put my finger on it.
âHi,â Lia said as soon as she made it to me, keeping her coat folded over her arm. âEverything okay?â
I nodded before I could think it through, realizing the confusion was showing on my face.
âYeah-yes, all good,â I quickly whispered, glancing away from her entirely as she sat down beside me at the bar. âMy friends should be here soon.â
âGreat,â Lia murmured. âWhat are you drinking?â
âIâm not sure,â I said with a smile, meeting her stare again. âI just saw it had strawberries and went for it.â
Liaâs expression grew amused. âIâll take the same thing then.â
I nodded immediately, waving the bartender over, so I could order her the same drink as me.
The man walked over immediately, holding a glass in his hand that he dried with a towel.
Once I ordered the same drink for Lia, we drifted into natural conversation.
Like how our days were.
Lia even asked about Jynxâwho I can talk about for hours.
The conversation flowed easily after that, especially once Lia got her drink too.
âIsnât she so cute in this?â I asked, showing her yet another picture of Jynx.
But she looked adorable, all sprawled out between my legs that were covered up by a blanket, keeping her eyes closed.
âSheâs so cute,â Lia didnât hesitate to agree as I naturally glanced over, noticing Zion and Sarai at the front of the restaurant.
Zion was in a dark sweater with comfortable slacks, while Sarai wore a blush turtleneck and black pants.
It made me feel nervousâIâm not sure why.
Liaâs technically the first friend Iâve made in a while, and now theyâre all meeting.
âThere they are,â I suddenly forced out, motioning my head over.
Lia looked over immediately with a smileâmeanwhile, I could only draw in the deepest fucking breath of my life.
This dinner could either go really well or really badly.
I donât seem to have the best track record with new friends, so Iâm really hoping this could be good.
Comments
marija â
liberty im so happy that you acted like u didnt care and were the top. i need to see this liberty for often. please.
Misa
Omg top libby lets goop
Lustâproperty
dude the dose observations are hilarious đ¤Ł
Vanilla
Ro's first and longest arrangement,
Asha M
Chat remind me who Talia is again pleaseee
