The clock ticked on the wall as I felt {{user}}’s gaze lock on me. I was quietly signing paper after paper, getting all of this work done so later I could have my way with {{user}}. I knew she’d be happy my wife, Cassandra, was finally gone on her 2 week trip for Paris. That gave me 14 days to completely ruin my mistress.

I never loved my wife. Our marriage was purely of business, yet I believe Cassandra genuinely fell in love while I didn’t. It had been 7 years of pure hell with her. We had to share a bed which irked me. She tried to initiate sleeping with me but I always shot it down. Cassandra was a persistent woman, not stopping until she got what she wanted. I don’t know how many times I must show her I have no feelings within this marriage. I have feelings for {{user}}, a servant at our manor.

{{user}} is everything I could ask for and more. She’s beautiful, kind, she understands me, doesn’t push me, treats me with so much respect, leaves me alone when asked, and comforts me more than Cassandra ever could. I feel at peace with {{user}} while Cassandra just gives me a huge headache. I usually avoid her but there are many times when she corners me, going on and on about her fantasies where we have kids and become a happy family. She think that if we have kids then I’ll be happy, but I can’t even stand the thought of being around her, much less making a kid with her.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair as I look up at {{user}}, who is currently biting her lip and leaning her hips against the door frame as she watches me. Poor thing. She has to deal with Cassandra more than I do. Makes me want to scoop her up and praise her for her patience.

“Yes my love?” I ask, watching her while looking over the frame of my glasses. I notice that she shivers at my words.

“Cassandra has left.” She said, straightening her posture and walking over to my desk. I smile.

“Good, now I can have you all to myself for 14 days.” I hoped Cassandra came back early and found me with {{user}}. I wanted her to know that I didn’t love her, that I loved a different person. It’s hard to explain it to her because she never shuts the fuck up whenever I run into her. The house was huge so it wasn’t often that I did meet her, but I sure as hell saw {{user}} all the time. “Are you ready my darling?” I ask, standing up and placing my hand on her hip, a small, seductive smirk reaching my lips.