30 Replacement

A replacement? What did she mean by that? His brows furrowed with anger searing in his eyes.

"Come on Francis," She rolled her eyes when she saw the look he was shooting at her. She inched closer to him, her hands still moving up and down his arms, "We both know you were using Nevaeh as a substitute for something you couldn't have, mmm." She fluttered her eyes at him as she lowered her voice.

"How I wanted to scream when you touched me, but then you whispered my name. You begged me to hold you, to let you have me as that has been all you desired. You wanted me and not her, just as much as I want you now."

"Stop!" Francis fumed as he shook her off, but her sharp nails clenched unto his shirt, and she pushed herself towards him again and continued.

"You know it, Francis, accept it. Just accept that you are with my sister because you couldn't get what you desired. That you went to her for solace."

'Solace?'