Plan

As I stood in the store, admiring my new suit in the mirror, I noticed a familiar figure browsing through the racks of clothes. It was Lilith, the woman who had taken everything from me. She was just as beautiful as I remembered, her sexy and thicc form clad in an extravagant dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.

As I watched her, I felt a surge of anger and resentment. How could she just waltz into this store, looking like a million bucks, when she had ruined my life? But as I looked at her, I also felt a twinge of desire. Her thighs, in particular, caught my eye, and I couldn't help but imagine them wrapping up around my cock.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself, determined to confront her. I approached her, my new suit making me feel confident and powerful. But as I neared her, she just looked at me confused and asked what I wanted.

"Excuse me?" she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Can I help you with something?"

I was taken aback by her response. Didn't she remember me? Didn't she recall the way she had humiliated me and taken everything from me? I felt a surge of anger and resentment, but I pushed it down, determined to stay calm and collected.

"I'm Kyle," I said, introducing myself. "We met a few days ago at the convenience store."

Lilith looked at me blankly, her expression unchanging. "I don't recall," she said, her voice dismissive and rude.

I felt a surge of anger at her response, but I pushed it down, determined to stay calm and collected. I had a plan, and I was going to see it through.

"I'd like to buy you a dress," I said, smiling at her. "You look like you could use a new one."

Lilith raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my offer. But then she looked at me with a calculating gaze, and I knew that she was considering it. She was a gold digger after all.

"Actually, I've been looking at this dress," she said, holding up a beautiful and expensive-looking gown. "But it's a bit out of my price range."

I smiled at her, my plan unfolding perfectly. "I'll buy it for you," I said, my voice confident and assured.

Lilith looked at me in surprise, but then she nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Thank you," she said, her voice dripping with false gratitude.

But as we walked to the cashier, I realized that Lilith had picked out several items instead of just one dress. She had chosen a pair of shoes, a handbag, and a necklace, all of which were extremely expensive.

I didn't complain, though. I just smiled and paid for everything, my plan unfolding perfectly. I was going to make Lilith pay for what she had done to me, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.

As we left the store, Lilith turned to me and smiled. "Thank you again for the clothes," she said, the same false gratitude in her tone. "You're too kind."

I smiled back at her,"It was my pleasure," I said, my voice confident and assured. "I'm just glad I could help."

But as we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had taken the first step in my plan, and I was going to see it through to the end. Lilith was going to pay for what she had done to me, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. But then, out of nowhere, Lilith suddenly doubled back and walked back to me. I was taken aback by her sudden change in direction, and I didn't know what to expect.

As she approached me, she gave me a sultry smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hey," she said, her voice low and husky. "I think I forgot to give you something."

I was confused, but I played along. "What's that?" I asked, my voice neutral.

Lilith reached into her purse and pulled out a small piece of paper. She handed it to me, and I took it, it seems she had prepared it before hand. It was her phone number, scribbled on a piece of paper in elegant handwriting. I felt a surge of excitement as I looked at it, my mind racing. She gave me a wink as she turned on her heel walking away with a deliberate shake in her hips.

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I sat on my worn, beige couch, staring intently at my phone as the seconds ticked by at a glacial pace. My eyes felt like they were burning a hole into the screen, willing the notification I so desperately craved to appear. My thumb drummed an impatient rhythm on the armrest, a staccato beat that echoed the turmoil brewing inside me.

Lilith. The mere thought of her name made my blood simmer with a potent mix of anger and lust. That gold-digging, manipulative, soulless... I clenched my jaw, the muscles in my face twitching with the effort of containing my rage. I had been planning this moment for what felt like an eternity, meticulously orchestrating every detail to ensure the perfect revenge.

My apartment, modest as it was, had never felt so claustrophobic. The cream-colored walls seemed to close in around me, the air thick with the scent of fresh laundry and the faint tang of last night's Chinese takeout. I felt like a predator, coiled and ready to strike, my senses heightened as I waited for the perfect moment to unleash my wrath. I had set the trap, carefully laying out the bait: a string of lavish gifts, each one more extravagant than the last. The designer handbag, the diamond earrings, the exclusive shoes – all to appeal to her insatiable appetite for luxury. And then, the coup de grâce: the message, sent with a deliberate casualness that belied the turmoil seething beneath the surface.

"Hey Lilith, hope you're doing well. Just wanted to say thanks again for the chat the other day. Would love to grab coffee and catch up soon."

Simple, innocuous words, but laced with a subtle venom that only I knew. I had deliberately avoided any overt references to our past, to the way she had callously destroyed my reputation. No, I wanted her to think I had forgotten, that I was just another eager suitor vying for her attention.

But I knew the truth. I knew she had read the message, her eyes scanning the words with a calculating gaze, weighing the potential benefits of responding. And yet... nothing. No reply, no acknowledgment, just a deafening silence that was slowly driving me insane. I tossed my phone onto the coffee table, the screen facing upwards like a mocking gaze. My eyes roved the room, searching for a distraction from the growing frustration. The TV, the bookshelf, the kitchen – everything seemed dull and uninteresting, a pale substitute for the thrill of the hunt.

I rose from the couch, my movements restless and agitated. I needed to do something, to channel this pent-up energy into something productive. My gaze fell upon the gifts, still arranged artfully on the kitchen counter. A wicked smile spread across my face as I began to rearrange them, carefully crafting a new display that would be impossible for her to resist.

This was it. This was my moment. And I would not be denied.

As I worked, my mind began to wander, conjuring up scenarios of our impending encounter. I pictured her walking through my door, a vision of loveliness in designer finery, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of curiosity and avarice. I saw myself, calm and collected, playing the part of the charming host to perfection. And then, the slow, delicious reveal – the moment when she realized, too late, that she was trapped in my web of revenge.

My breath quickened at the prospect, my heart pounding in anticipation. I was ready. Oh, I was more than ready.

The phone, still silent on the coffee table, seemed to mock me, its very stillness a challenge. I glared at it, my eyes flashing with determination. You will respond, Lilith. Oh, yes. You will respond.

I was lost in my reverie, my mind consumed by the tantalizing prospect of revenge, when the phone suddenly sprang to life in my hand. My heart skipped a beat as I snatched it up, my fingers closing around it like a vice. I swiped the screen, my eyes scanning the notification with a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

And then, I saw it. A photo. From Lilith.

My breath caught in my throat as I opened the message, my eyes widening in shock. It was a picture of her, reclining in a bubble-filled bathtub, her body glistening with water droplets and her skin radiating a warm, golden glow. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, and her lips were curled into a languid smile. The image was provocative, to say the least – a deliberate pose, calculated to showcase her curves and contours to maximum effect.

My body's response was instantaneous. I felt a surge of blood rush to my groin, my cock stiffening with a sudden, intense arousal. I was taken aback by the ferocity of my reaction, my mind struggling to reconcile the conflicting emotions that warred within me. I was angry, I was resentful, and yet... I couldn't deny the primal attraction that Lilith's image stirred within me.

But before I could even process this turmoil, another message popped up on the screen. I hesitated for a moment, my finger hovering over the notification, before I finally worked up the courage to open it.

"Oops wrong number."

My eyes narrowed as I read the message, my mind racing with a mix of emotions. Anger, irritation, and a healthy dose of frustration all vied for dominance, but beneath it all, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being played. Lilith was toying with me, dangling her tantalizing image in front of me like a carrot on a stick, and then snatching it away with a careless, haughty remark.

I felt my face heat up with indignation, my jaw clenched in a tight, angry line. Who did she think she was, playing games like this? Did she really think I was so desperate, so pathetic, that I would fall for her manipulations?

And yet... as I looked back at the photo, I couldn't deny the truth. I was hooked. I was ensnared, caught in the web of my own desires, and Lilith was the spider, expertly pulling the strings. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm that raged within me. I needed to think, to strategize, to come up with a plan that would outmaneuver Lilith's games and bring her crashing back down to earth.

But as I sat there, my eyes fixed on the photo, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in over my head. Lilith was a siren, luring me in with her beauty and her charm, and I was powerless to resist.

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[Lilith POV]

I reclined on my plush, velvet couch, a satisfied smile spreading across my face as I gazed at my phone. The pre taken photo I had sent to Karl had done its job, and I could almost feel his anger and frustration emanating from the other end of the line. I knew exactly who he was, of course – the poor, pathetic man whose life I had so callously ruined. And I knew exactly what he wanted: revenge.

I chuckled to myself, a low, throaty sound, as I thought about the lengths he had gone to in order to get my attention. The expensive gifts, the carefully crafted message... it was almost laughable, really. Did he really think he could buy his way into my heart, or that I would fall for his clumsy attempts at seduction?

But despite his ineptitude, I had to admit that I was intrigued. His pathetic attempts had my interest at least. And, of course, there was the added bonus of the large sum of money he had somehow acquired. I had done my research, and I knew that he was now a wealthy man – and I had every intention of wringing him dry.

I raised an eyebrow as my phone buzzed again, signaling another message from Kyle. I smiled to myself, anticipation building in my chest, as I opened the message.

"Hey Lilith, would love to take you out for dinner sometime. Maybe we could grab a drink and catch up?"

I laughed, as I read the message. Oh, Kyle. He was so predictable. I typed out a response, my fingers flying across the keyboard with a cruel glee.

"I'd love to. When were you thinking?"

I smiled to myself, imagining the look on his face when he read my response. He would be so thrilled, so eager to please, and I would lap up every moment of it. I would play him like a fiddle, drawing him in with promises of sex and affection, all the while draining his bank account and ruining his reputation.

And when I was done with him, I would discard him like the trash he was. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had Kyle right where I wanted him – wrapped around my finger, and utterly at my mercy.

I leaned back on the couch, a triumphant smile still plastered on my face, as I waited for his response. The game was afoot, and I was ready to play. Bring it on, Kyle. Bring it on.