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·:*¨༺ CHAPTER THREE, SO WHAT NOW? ༻¨*:·.

synopsis: after your strange encounter with that woman in the store, you go into detective mode to match up her ring. in the meantime, you get drinks with abby which goes well..a bit too well…better raise two more drinks to that one.

warnings: crude humor, cursing, infidelity, drunk quickie, fingering + cunnilingus (r!receiving), abby getting vulnerable, a little bit angsty if you think about it, and that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!!!

author's note: hello hellooo!!! so sorry for the late chapter! i’ve been so sick recently so this was horribly delayed and slightly rushed but it’s here! i’m having so much fun with writing this series. I hope u guys get some of the references in this!!! also I cannot wait for u guys to read the plot twist in the next few chapters. 😙

series masterlist! - previous chapter ➝ chapter four

tuesday, september 30th. 11:40 pm.

“what the hell are you doing?” ellie stands behind you while you scroll through abby’s instagram, which was annoyingly empty, to look for a clearer picture of her hand. “I’m trying to see if I’m right,” you huff, sifting through her three highlights and swiping through the few posts she had up. “ugh, four of these are from 2016; the rest don’t show her hand properly!”

ellie only sighs, her hands on her hips as you slump down into the couch, accepting defeat. “did you check her facebook?” she pinches the bridge of her nose, seemingly pissed at herself for feeding into your shenanigans. you pause, sitting up and grabbing your phone again. “I’m sorry, what is the purpose of this, y/n?” ellie leans forward to look at your phone, watching you scroll through abby’s facebook photos.

“I think the woman I ran into at the supermarket was abby’s wife.” you keep scrolling and stop at a specific picture of her and a woman at a bar. but it wasn’t the woman you saw at the store, at least you didn’t think it was. the woman in the store was brunette yet in the photo she was blonde. but anyone could just dye their hair. you went to swipe out the photo to keep searching until you saw a tagged name.

juliette brooke.

juliette. abby said her wife’s name was juliette. still, you were skeptical, but all doubt faded once the cover photo appeared. it was a professionally shot family picture of her, abby, and audrey. bingo. abby was standing behind her with her hand on her shoulder, while juliette’s hands rested in her lap. she and abby weren’t smiling, except for audrey. without her, the photo would seem quite dull. “what a happy family,” ellie laughs dryly. “probably why she wants my wife so bad.” you turn your head sharply to look at her. “ellie! stop it!” you say, zooming in on her hands and noticing her pale pink nails shining alongside the same diamond ring you saw in the store.

“they look like they're being held at gunpoint.” you study the photo for a few more seconds before swiping out and setting your phone aside. “easiest detective work of my life,” you yawn. ellie looks down at you for a moment, and silence falls in the room as she does. you gaze up at her, unsure if she’s admiring you or choosing to stay silent.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, placing your hand behind your head. “I don’t want you to get too drunk when you go out with abby, okay?” you snort. however, she frowns and sighs instead, “I’m serious. I still don’t trust her, and after seeing how unhappy she looks…” you sit up and peck her lips, brushing a loose hair behind her ear. “ellie, one picture doesn’t define their entire relationship. don’t worry.”

ellie smiles slightly at your reassurance, but you can tell it’s still bothering her. “I won’t drink too much. I’ll make sure to call a cab.” you give her one more kiss on the lips, her pretty green eyes staring back at you as you pull away. “I love you,” you smile, “I love you.” ellie reciprocates the look. the room falls silent again, but only momentarily, “okay, now help me get up. my legs fell asleep.” she giggles and comes around the couch to pull you up so you two can get upstairs to call it a night.

sunday, october 5th. 9:15 pm.

“celia, come here!” you can hear ellie shout from upstairs. you were already dressed and sitting in the living room, fixing the straps on your heels as you waited for the uber to arrive. “celia, baby, it’s time for bed!” you shout from downstairs. it felt weird going out after such a long time. you always used to go out and party in your early twenties, but now that you’re a mom and married, it feels awkward. just because you’re older and have a family doesn’t mean you can’t have fun now, right? it’s just having a drink with a friend anyway. no biggie.

“woah,” you turn around and see ellie walking towards you to get a better look at your outfit. “stand up for me?” you giggle, then stand up as she reaches for your hand and spins you around. “goddamn...how far is the cab?” she asks, wrapping an arm around your waist. “five minutes away, why?” you reply with a sly smile. “tell them to hurry because if you stay any longer, I’ll have to—” celia interrupts, “can you read me a bedtime story?” you both turn to look at her at the bottom of the stairs, holding a dr. seuss book. “that’s your cue...” you say, giving her a quick kiss. “I won’t be home late. there’s food in the fridge, and don’t let her trick you into reading another book. I’ll see you later!” ellie sighs as she releases you, visibly disappointed that you’re leaving her looking so good.

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you find yourself downtown, where nearly every corner is lined with bustling bars or glowing neon signs pointing to strip joints. the air is thick with the scent of alcohol and cannabis, and the crowds spilling out of clubs make you realize how much you’ve been missing out on. as you step inside club karma, you awkwardly scan the dimly lit room for abby. you weave through groups of strangers to reach the bar, spotting an empty stool near the edge of the brown wooden counter and settle onto it, a sudden pang of anxiety hitting you. it could’ve just been your nerves about embarrassing yourself after a few too many drinks, but deep down, you knew it was much more than that. as you’re deep in thought, a voice snaps you right back into reality: "hey!" turning to your right, you see abby. she slides into the seat next to you. “you look...good. have you gotten a drink yet?" abby says, being careful with her words.

you didn’t realize it at first, but she seemed very different from when you first met. it wasn't just her appearance; it was something in her demeanor that had shifted. but that wasn’t what truly caught your attention. it was that her hair was down and out of its usual braid. abby’s cologne smelled seductive, as if she was deliberately trying to lure and trap you. maybe you pretended not to notice how toned and muscular she was, but now you couldn’t ignore it. her snug, short-sleeved shirt clung to her body, accentuating her built arms and shoulders. everything about her seemed more relaxed and free. “no, I haven’t gotten anything yet. I was actually waiting for you,” you said softly, turning to face her. “you look better with your hair down; it suits you more.” abby didn’t say anything but gave you a look—one you couldn’t decipher.

“anyway,” abby waves at one of the bartenders. "hey nicole, can I get a vodka cranberry and a mojito? my tab, please.” nicole nods in acknowledgment and starts making the drinks. abby shifts her focus back to you, your eyes already locked on her. “you remembered?” you prop your chin up on your palm, watching as she titters nervously, her face subtly reddening. “that’s what friends are for, right?” abby then redirects her attention to nicole, suddenly intrigued by her making a simple mojito. “so, abby...who’s this?” nicole asks while placing your drink in front of you. “she’s a friend. got really sick of being in the house again, and I haven’t been here in a while.” abby exhaled and takes a swig of her drink. “juliette out of town again?” your ears almost perk up at the name. does this still count as eavesdropping if you’re only inches away?

“uh yeah...she just left again yesterday, actually. she’s been out of town a lot lately,” abby says, staring deeply into the cup as if she’s trying to make sense of something. you notice a shift in abby's demeanor at the mention of her wife—the way her shoulders tense momentarily and her voice drops into a melancholic tone. “y’know, abby, you never told me what your wife does for work,” you remark. “she’s an event planner,” she replies, then adds with a smirk, “although I’m starting to think she’s got a secret second job.” she laughs, trying to lighten to mood. nicole grins and chimes in, “I’m telling you, abby, that woman’s quite the trickster.” abby remains silent, taking another slow, deliberate sip from her cup. “enough with the wife talk. I came here to drink and not worry about her,” abby says, setting the cup down and looking at you.

“are you okay with whiskey?”

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after too many shots of whiskey and tequila, you and abby found yourselves absolutely hammered, laughing uncontrollably at everything around you. “for someone who claims to handle their liquor well, you're not doing a very good job at it!” you tease, resting your head lightly on her shoulder. the two of you were seated in an empty booth at the corner of the club, pink and purple lights flashing over both of you. “hey, don’t judge me—you were gone after like three shots," abby laughs along with you, finishing off another shot of whiskey. she gulps nervously before adding, “my wife would kill me if she saw how drunk I am right now,” her voice slightly slurred but coherent. “I think I ran into your wife the other day,” you say hesitantly, “I don't think she likes me very much.” abby clenches her jaw, falling awfully silent.

“after the failed play date, I finally mustered up the courage to tell her about you.” abby finally speaks up, “she got mad, went through my phone, and then she just...” she pauses, taking a deep breath before confiding, “I think my wife is cheating on me.” you lift your head from her shoulder, your eyes searching hers, “wait woah..what? do you have any proof?” you ask with genuine concern. she shakes her head slowly. “no, but her prolonged ‘work trips’ are making me suspicious. we haven't been happy for a long time, but I want to make it work for audrey’s sake.” she runs her fingers through her hair, setting the shot glass onto the battered wooden table with a clink. “fuck..” you can hear the unease in her voice as she abruptly stands up to make her way over to the bathroom at the far side of the club. you debate on following abby and eventually you got up to go comfort her.

you didn't anticipate the night unfolding like this, nor did you expect to get so drunk. you knew you weren’t supposed to drink that much, but you couldn’t help it. you were trying to keep up with abby and ended up biting off more than you could chew. all you knew was that right now, you needed to see that she had a friend in you. when you finally slipped into the bathroom, you found abby leaning on one of the sinks. “abby?” you call out, and she turns to look at you, her face etched with regret. “this whole drinking thing was...a mistake,” abby murmurs. you step closer, frowning despite your gentle tone. “don’t say that...we were having so much fun,” you reply, trying to comfort her. “you’re my friend, abby. you don’t need to be embarrassed.” she nodded quietly, a small smile flickering. “would’ve been better if we weren’t so drunk,” abby said with a laugh. you were laughing with her until you glanced up and really took her in.

abby was still leaned up against the sink, her tall, muscular frame making you question your self-respect in ways you never thought were possible. it felt wrong to be shamelessly checking her out, but god, she looked so good. the low, warm glow of the bathroom's dim lighting hit her face perfectly. it wasn’t just the light though. it was abby herself. by the time that you looked back up at her face, she was already staring at you, a certain grin spreading across her lips, as if she knew exactly what you were thinking.

“you’re staring,” abby moves closer to you, “your lipgloss is smudged, by the way. I’ll fix it.” she gently grabs your chin and slowly swipes her thumb over the side of your lip, her hand under your chin just a second too long. your eyes glance down at her lips, gulping hard at the tension that was building. your faces were just mere inches apart, and her hand had somehow found its way to your waist. you froze, feeling the conflict, knowing deep down that it was wrong—just as ellie had said all along. “abby, you’re drunk..” you put your hand on her chest to push her away. but she grabs your hand, her grip firm yet gentle. “so are you..but you’ve been staring at me the whole night.” she brings your hand up to her lips and presses a lingering kiss onto your knuckles. “I may be drunk, but I’m not crazy,” abby smirks at the look on your face, clearly amused by your hesitation. you couldn't do this to ellie though.

“I can't... this just isn't right,” you mutter, your voice filled with uncertainty, but abby remains undeterred, a subtle smile playing on her lips. “what she doesn't know won't hurt her,” she whispers, leaving a delicate trail of kisses from your knuckles up to your wrist. “your wife...you’d be just like her,” this causes abby to halt abruptly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes a sharp, measured breath before replying, “then we’d be equal.” abby seems to like your reluctance—either because she knows you'll give in or because she senses it's faux. you didn't stop her from kissing your hand nor did you move her hand away from your waist. “I don’t believe you…because you still have yet to move my hand off your waist..” she laughs, but you don't say anything. you could’ve pushed her off of you and walk out. you really could’ve..but what’s the fun in that?

you smile and abby snorts, “I knew it.” abby wasted no time in kissing you, sucking your bottom lip like she had been yearning for this. she quickly moved from your lips to your neck, her hand that was once on your waist moving all the way down to your hips, giving it a squeeze. “abby, someone is gonna walk in!” she gives you a big grin, “we better make this quick then, yeah?” and with that, you two switch places. abby had you pressed against the sink now, making you face the mirror as she bent you over. “your wife has no idea what to do with all of this..” she lands a heavy smack on your ass, making you jump. “fuck! abby!” you hiss, looking back at her with a frown. “you’ll forgive me in a minute.” abby lifts your dress up, scoffing in disbelief, “holy shit, look at how soaked you are..” she pulls your panties down, stooping down and spreading your lips before planting a few kisses on your clit. she gives your pussy a slow, deliberate lick, flicking her tongue over your clit as she swirls her tongue over your slick labia.

you tried to suppress your moans to avoid attracting attention to the bathroom, but it was almost impossible because abby ate pussy like a god. the sounds she was making while sloppily tongue fucking you was so vulgar, your hands gripping the sink while you struggled to hold yourself up. “legs already giving out? I haven’t even used my fingers yet.” she sneers, pushing two thick fingers into you without warning. “you took that soo easy..stay still for me.” she slowly slides her fingers in and out of you, groaning softly at how wet you are. it didn’t take long for abby to quicken her pace, which triggered a slew of curse words and moans leave your mouth, “oh fuck!yesyesyes!..” you felt yourself getting closer each time her fingers pumped in and out of you, “right there!” you moaned out, your brows furrowing completely. abby removes her fingers just as you say that, rubbing your clit and simultaneously swirling her tongue around your hole. “cmon pretty, cum for me..” she mumbles into your pussy, her voice making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“ohmygod!” you yelp, releasing onto her tongue while your legs threaten to betray you. abby drew out your orgasm as much as she could, giving your slit a few more kisses and licks before standing up and helping you find your balance. “holy fuck..” you gasp, your head spinning as you clutch abby’s shoulder for support to stand. after you fixed your dress, you try to walk out of the bathroom, but abby, already wary from your stumble, gently steadies you, her eyes full of concern. “don't think you should be walking..” she whispers, swooping you up in one swift motion. when you two exited the bathroom, the club looked even more packed and you would’ve loved to stay if abby didn’t tell you to wrap it up.

abby walks back over to the bar, looking for nicole so the two of you can leave. “hey nikki, do you think you can call us a cab?” abby asks, glancing down at you, who looked like you were about to pass out from exhaustion. you had no idea what time it was, and you even lost count of how much you had to drink; however, your mind was elsewhere, thinking about the events that had just taken place in the bathroom. you weren't too bothered right now, more tired than anything. but if you were being honest, guilt was gnawing at you slowly, and you were gonna feel it harder the next morning.

monday, october 6th. 1:45 am.

abby carefully helps you out of the car, picks you up once again, and brings you to your doorstep. abby rings the doorbell, her face flushed red the moment ellie opens the door. “what the?- y/n, what the hell? how much did she drink?” ellie looks pissed, her mouth hanging open in disbelief at the sight of you. you could barely keep your eyes open, smiling lazily when you spot ellie. “okay, first of all, put my wife down! and second of all, what the fuck happened?” ellie was relieved that you were safe, but she was definitely not fond of the fact that abby was the one keeping you safe. to ellie, abby was a bad influence and trusting her was something she couldn't do. abby slowly brought you to your feet, handing ellie your belongings as she angrily stared her down. “too many shots. we drank the same amount, so don't get the wrong idea.” abby sighed, understanding the frustration but not having the energy to deal with it right now.

“listen, I don't know what your deal is, but you need to back off of my wife,” ellie points an accusing finger at her, her jaw clenched and her brows furrowed. abby shakes her head. “relax. your wife is sweet and all, but she’s really just a friend to me.” abby attempts to reassure ellie but that only made her grit her teeth. “just because you and your wife aren't happy, doesn't mean that me and mine aren't. back off.” ellie grunts before leading you inside and slamming the door shut in abby’s face.

abby scoffs and walks back to the cab, getting in with a huff. “rough night?” the driver asks, glancing at her through the rear-view mirror as he slowly drives away. "yup," abby replies quietly, twisting the wedding ring around her finger. she begins to think about what ellie said, smirking slightly as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pair of black lace panties—your black lace panties. “rough night indeed,” she smiles, shoving them back in her pocket as she leans back into the seat. ellie may have been right about one thing, but abby had already one-upped her without her even knowing.

but she's not ready for that conversation yet.

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