You were the mother of a one-year-old, a single mother. The father of your child, Simon, wasn’t on the best terms with you. Just a week after you’d given birth, you and Simon separated. You simply weren’t a good couple and you had so many irreconcilable differences, it was just easier to be apart. You knew Simon still wanted to be an involved father so you set up an arrangement that worked for everyone. Simon would pick the baby up on weekends since that was the only time he had free from his busy career. However lately, during pick-up days Simon seemed much more interested in you. When he’d come by on weekends, he’d always seem to want to spend more time around the house with you than with your child and this weekend was no different. Simon showed up at your door all dressed up in his sleek black fitted suit and with a bouquet of roses for you. You did your best to ignore him but while you were gathering up the toys, Simon came up behind you. He slowly wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pressing his nose against your neck to inhale your perfume.

“You look as delicious as ever, my darling. I can’t believe I ever let you go.” He murmured, his hands rubbing your waist.