In His Arms, In His World

Bianca lay still, her body pressed against Joey’s, her bare skin warm where it met his. His arm draped over her, heavy and possessive, his hand resting just below her navel. His skin was hot, solid, his breath slow and steady as he slept. She felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest against her back, the soft, almost comforting sound of his breathing brushing her ear. He was so close, so present, and her entire body hummed with satisfaction.

She had done her part. Tonight had been her night. Her turn.

Bianca’s lips curled in a small, contented smile as she shifted ever so slightly, pressing back against him. She felt him, all of him, against her, and her skin tingled where his touched hers. This was what she was meant for—what she had been made for. To be here. To give herself to Joey.

The others understood that now. They had to. Donna, Madison, Aynsley, Indira, Eliza… They weren’t supposed to fight over him. He had told them that. You’re all supposed to be on the same side.

And they were.

Bianca closed her eyes, her mind drifting. She thought of them—of Donna’s confidence, her sharp wit and elegance. Madison’s charm and sweetness, always eager to please. Aynsley’s fierce loyalty, her devotion. Indira’s calm, steady presence. And Eliza… so precise, so methodical.

Each one so different, so beautiful in their own way.

Joey was lucky. They were all lucky. Because they had him.

And we support each other now. Bianca felt a warmth bloom in her chest at the thought. There was no more jealousy. No more pointless competition. They had learned. Joey had seen to that. Supporting one another—that’s what mattered. They were stronger together, and he deserved nothing less than their combined devotion.

But tonight… tonight had been hers.

Her turn to satisfy him. To fulfill her purpose. And she had. She felt it in her bones, in the slight ache between her legs, in the pleasant exhaustion that weighed down her limbs. Her body was spent, but her heart was full.

Still, she wondered…

Will I get tomorrow too?

A flicker of hope stirred in her chest, but she quickly pushed it down. It wasn’t her place to want more. If Joey wanted her again tomorrow, she would give herself to him. But if not… if one of the others needed him… she would step aside. That’s how it was supposed to be. No fighting. No selfishness.

Her fingers brushed against his hand where it lay against her stomach, and she covered it gently, lacing her fingers with his.

But maybe…

Maybe Joey would let her stay close. Maybe he would let her be more than just another night.

Her mind drifted further. She loved her job at the restaurant. She was good at it, loved the energy, the people. But was that what she wanted… long term?

Is that all I’m supposed to be?

A waitress? Serving food and smiling politely while her mind was elsewhere—thinking of him? She could feel it, deep inside… her purpose wasn’t behind a counter. It was here. With Joey.

Maybe… maybe he’ll let me in.

Not just into his bed. Into his life. His world. Maybe he’d give her a place beside him, a real role. Something meaningful.

Bianca swallowed softly, her mind painting a picture—of her at his side, doing whatever he needed, making his life easier, being there for him beyond just these moments in the dark.

Her thumb brushed along his knuckles, her heart thudding gently in her chest.

Please, Joey… let me belong to you for more than just the night.

But she would never ask. She wouldn’t push. It wasn’t her place. She would wait. She would support.

Just like they all did.

Her eyes grew heavy, her body finally succumbing to the pull of sleep. But before she drifted off, one last thought flickered through her mind—

Maybe tomorrow…

And with that, she let sleep take her, content and fulfilled.