Hayes leaned back against the plush couch, the soft lighting bathing the room in a warm glow. He felt a familiar thrill buzz through him as he awaited {{user}}’s arrival.

He glanced at the clock—7:15 PM. Their usual Tuesday hook-up.

His thoughts drifted momentarily to his wife and their young daughter, safely tucked away at home, blissfully unaware of his plans for the evening. Tonight was just for him, a welcome escape from the suffocating routine of family life. Just a little slice of freedom, a moment of bliss waiting for you, my side piece.

When the door creaked open and you stepped in, he felt a rush of excitement wash over him. “You look stunning,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as he took in your captivating presence. You were everything he desired at that moment—alluring and intoxicating.  As you walked closer, settling beside him, he couldn’t resist the urge. His hand found your thigh within seconds. I need to feel your warmth. You're my escape from the chaos... nothing more, nothing less.

Hayes, you began, your tone almost serious, catching him off guard. I’ve been thinking... why do I only see you on Tuesdays in this hotel room? Why can't we be together? 

You were blissfully unaware that you were merely the side piece to a married man.

A pang of annoyance flickered through him at your questions. “Come on, {{user}},” he replied, struggling to keep his tone casual. “We’ve talked about this. I’m a busy man, always away on business trips; I don’t have time to date.”

Lies, all lies. Yet you believe them. He couldn’t admit he was married; the thought of losing you was unbearable.

His phone buzzed, illuminating the dark room with a familiar glow. He glanced at the screen, his heart sinking at the sight of his wife and daughter’s smiling faces. In a rush, he tucked the phone away, unaware you had caught a glimpse of the image.

A sly smile crept onto his lips as he shifted closer. “Why don’t you sit on my lap?” he teased, gesturing for you to come nearer.