Honey Pot Overhears Lauren — And Everything Changes
The Quiet That Felt Wrong
The room was quiet.
Not peaceful quiet — the tense kind. The kind that makes your instincts whisper that something is about to go wrong.
Honey Pot hadn’t come in to spy or listen. She was simply looking for Wayne.
Then she heard Lauren speaking.
“She’s not really your type, Wayne.”
The words drifted across the room — casual, confident, almost playful.
Honey Pot stopped mid-step.
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Her body reacted before her thoughts did.
Wayne said nothing.
That silence landed harder than the sentence itself.
The air suddenly felt tight in her chest.
Not his type?
The phrase repeated in her head like an echo she couldn’t shut off. First came shock. Then disbelief. And slowly, steadily — anger.
Not explosive anger.
The slow-burn kind.
The Moment of Confrontation
She stepped forward into view.
Wayne turned, startled. Lauren glanced at her too — and in that brief flicker of expression, it was clear she knew Honey Pot had heard everything.
“So this is what’s happening?” Honey Pot asked.
Her voice shook — not with fear, but with contained rage.
Wayne stood quickly. “Honey, it’s not what it sounds like—”
“Then explain it,” she cut in. “Because it sounds exactly how it looks.”
Lauren crossed her arms, watching like a spectator instead of a participant.
“You’re telling him I’m not his type,” Honey Pot said, eyes locked on Wayne. “And you’re just sitting there letting it slide?”
Wayne rubbed his hair — his classic tell when he was uncomfortable.
“She was just sharing an opinion.”
“An opinion?” Honey Pot laughed dryly. “Since when does she get a vote in your personal life?”
The tension in the room grew thick enough to feel.
“Or maybe,” she added sharply, “the real issue is why she feels bold enough to say it at all.”
Wayne hesitated — just a heartbeat.
But she noticed.
Suspicion Surfaces
Her expression shifted.
“Oh wow,” she murmured. “Is there something going on between you two?”
Wayne’s eyes widened. “No — absolutely not.”
But doubt had already taken root.
“I’ve seen how close you’ve gotten,” she said. “The side conversations. The late calls. The looks.”
Lauren finally jumped in. “You’re making this bigger than it is.”
Honey Pot turned toward her. “Am I?”
She stepped closer.
“Or are you uncomfortable because I’m noticing patterns?”
Lauren’s jaw tightened.
“You’re always around him,” Honey Pot continued. “Always leaning in, always whispering, always smiling like you know something.”
Wayne tried to interrupt. “Honey, let’s calm down—”
“No,” she said firmly. “I’m not done.”
Months of bottled observations were finally breaking free.
“You’re getting too close to her,” she told Wayne. “And she’s getting way too comfortable with you. That’s not casual.”
Lauren scoffed. “You sound insecure.”
Honey Pot’s eyes flashed. “Not insecure — alert.”
The Accusation
She turned back to Wayne, and now her tone changed completely — steady, controlled, direct.
“She’s not after you,” she said quietly. “She’s after your money.”
The room went still.
Lauren’s composure hardened instantly.
“You keep bringing up his deals,” Honey Pot continued. “His investments. His future plans. Even marriage.”
Wayne blinked. “Marriage?”
“Yes,” she said. “She wants the lifestyle — not the love. And once she has access to it, she’ll act like she built it.”
“That’s absurd,” Lauren snapped.
“Is it?” Honey Pot replied calmly. “Because I’ve been paying attention.”
Then her voice softened toward Wayne — just a little.
“You deserve someone who cares about you — not your bank account.”
Wayne looked conflicted, caught between defensiveness and doubt.
Lauren fired back, “You’re jealous.”
Honey Pot inhaled slowly. “No. I’m protective. That’s different.”
The Line Is Drawn
Wayne spoke quietly. “I promise you — nothing is going on.”
But the emotional crack had already formed.
“Maybe not yet,” Honey Pot said. “But it will — if you don’t draw boundaries.”
She faced Lauren directly, gaze steady and unblinking.
“And if you think I’ll just stand by while you chase what isn’t yours — you’re wrong.”
Neither of them looked away.
This wasn’t just about feelings now.
It was about territory. Respect. Position.
“You crossed a line today,” Honey Pot said firmly. “And I won’t pretend you didn’t.”
Then she turned and walked out.
Wounded — but strong.
Angry — but controlled.
Shaken — but resolved.
Behind her, Wayne stood frozen.
And for the first time, Lauren’s confidence showed fractures.
The quiet room from moments ago was gone.
The storm had officially begun.
And it wasn’t over yet.