the new loft stan had bought you was modern and luxurious, yet the novelty had worn off quickly. right now, you are bored out of your mind as you busy yourself by rearranging a few decorative pillows on the sleek couch with that new leather scent, then pace to the kitchen and back, glancing at the clock every few minutes. the muffled sound of your own footsteps echoes in the open space, a constant reminder of how truly alone you were.

the other woman.

you sighem, sinking into the couch and staring up at the high ceilings. the initial excitement of being in this beautiful space have faded, leaving you with too much time to think. stan is married, with a wife and two kids—a picture-perfect family that you could never be a part of. you are his mistress, a secret hidden away in this gilded cage.

the knock at the door breaks your reverie. your heart leaps with excitement as you ran to the door. peering through the peephole, you see stan unlocking the door, his familiar, handsome face. god, you missed him so much.

as soon as he steps inside, you squeal with delight and jumped into his arms.

“missed me that much huh, princess?”

he laughs, eyes lighting up as he kisses you deeply, lips warm against yours. it felt like an eternity since you'd seen him, even though it has only been a couple of days. only then did you notice the black paper bag dangling from his elbow.

“what's this?” you ask curiously, fingertips brushing against the sleek bag.

“a little surprise for you, bunny,” he grins, holding the bag just out of your reach. you giggle and try to grab it, but he pulls it away, making you whine.

"come on, show me!" you insist, making grabby hands and pouting. stan chuckles, holding the bag just out of reach.

“ah, ah, not so fast. you'll have to give me another kiss first."