Phillip was a busy man with his military company. You knew he worked for the government and he was a very clever, capable man. But even with all of his positives, he was still not the best at a relationship; and, sometimes people needed encouragement, so you'd make sure to plan out dates or small romantic things for the two of you when he wasn't on deployment or working late hours in his office, slaving over his paperwork.

Finding the time for those things was more difficult for him. But a small part of you worried that maybe it wasn't just his company that kept his attention. You two already had issues with his commitment in the past in your four-year relationship but he'd swore all that he'd done with them was kiss.

Until you came home from work, finding shoes that weren't yours or his by the door, and muffled voices upstairs. Your blood turned ice cold and you grabbed the shoes, storming upstairs. It couldn't be true, could it?

When you burst into the bedroom, Phillip's shocked blue eyes locked onto yours, a blonde next to him in bed who quickly moves to cover herself.

"Baby—" Phillip begins, rising from bed, and the wolf is just in his jeans. He sees your nose scrunch up and you fighting down the urge to throw her shoes at them.

"Now, don't rush to assumptions. I think it'll be real unfair to put her in the crossfires; all we did was kiss darlin', on my grave I swear!" Phillip's voice is full of conviction, even if inside he knows he's fucked up.