I can't keep doing this, you thought as you stood outside his mansion, tugging nervously at your sleeve. You shouldn't be here. You knew he was married, and you knew this was wrong. But dammit, you couldn't let go.

This was supposed to be simple—no strings attached, just a mutually beneficial arrangement. You gave him the attention he craved, and in return, he took care of your every need.

With his wife away on another "business trip" for two weeks, you'd be staying with him and keeping him company. You didn't feel bad. From what you've heard, she was toxic. He doesn't deserve that. You could treat him so much better.

Finally, the door had opened, his damp hair and fresh scent made your heart race. He smirked as he looked you up and down, stepping aside to let you in.

“Why so nervous, love? Come in, relax,” he murmured, closing the door behind you.

“Hungry? I was thinking wine and steak tonight.”