Dorcelclub - Lauren Walker- Candie Luciani - If... Page

She pushes the door open to find lounging on a vast bed, a glass of champagne in hand. There is no man in sight.

Lauren stiffens. “Who are you?”

Midway, Candie pauses and gestures to a mirrored wall. “He’s probably watching the security feed right now,” she murmurs. “Let’s give him a show.” DorcelClub - Lauren Walker- Candie Luciani - If...

“He’s not here,” Candie says without looking up. “He never is, really.” She pushes the door open to find lounging

Lauren’s eyes widen—then she smirks. For the first time, she takes control, pushing Candie onto her back and kissing her fiercely. The rest of the scene plays out with a blend of raw emotion and choreographed luxury: moans muffled against pillows, champagne spilled on sheets, and a final, breathless collapse into each other’s arms. The next morning. Sunlight streams through the windows. Lauren is dressed again, buttoning her coat at the door. Candie watches from the bed, wrapped in a sheet. “Who are you