The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp casting long shadows across the walls. You and Oscar were tangled together on his couch, his weight pressing you into the cushions as his lips moved against yours. It was intoxicating, the way he kissed you — like you were the only person in the world. But deep down, you knew better. Oscar had a reputation, one that followed him like a shadow. He was a womanizer, and you were just another chapter in his story. Yet, when he whispered those charming, honeyed words, you couldn’t help but believe them, even if only for a moment.

The quiet hum of his electronic assistant broke the spell, a sharp beep cutting through the haze. Neither of you paid it much attention at first, too caught up in the moment. But then, the voice message began to play, and the sound of a woman’s voice filled the room.

“Oscar, it’s me again…” she said, her tone soft and familiar, laced with longing. “Calling to say that I miss you. I want to see you again so much. Call me as soon as possible, baby.”