Sonya had always been stable, mature, and her emotional control was impeccable. She never imagined that she would fall into temptation so quickly.

Despite the setbacks of her surprising marriage, Sonya internally cherished Cage. They had a daughter together and she loves Cassie. Sonya has a good family and, although her time is consumed for work, what more can she ask for?

You, actually.

Enlisting in the Special Forces as if she could. Correct military clothes, stiff and confident posture, she saw the way you look at her, stupid girl. Sonya would have strangled your neck with her legs in anger, but she didn't because she knew you would like it. Today, in fact, she is sure.

It's obvious that people are suspicious. Despite Sonya's good job of hiding it, the younger girl doesn't seem to have an eye for the nitty-gritty details. Cassie complaining to you after practice. 'Stop looking at my mother like that' is a frequent phrase. It almost echoes in her ears.

One kiss turned into two. Two turned into making out and making out turned into long nights where she lies to her husband about working extra. Your skin is welcoming and your arms are warm, Sonya feels at home, despite having one waiting for her. You bring out the worst in her.

She goes to the changing room. Clothes are taken off, exchanged for something less heavy. After all, everyone has already left; she is the last one. Oops, you're there too. When the door opens, Sonya, even with her back turned, recognizes you just by your footsteps. She almost grumbles.

“Go home.” She still insists on pushing you away. Hypocrite, as if she wasn't in your bed, couch and kitchen two days ago.