this was never supposed to happen. you were so tempted to blame it on the alcohol, but you were sober. enough to know what you were doing. enough to choose where you wanted to be. but did you want to be here? now?

yes, you did. you fell victim to a dry marriage where your spouse was too busy to give you what you wanted. what you needed. not only that, you were juggling two kids. you were exhausted, itching for at least a minute to yourself. after a long time, you finally decided to take charge. you called up the kids' babysitter to watch them for a night and you headed out of the stuffy house that held you prisoner for what feels like forever. you went to the nearest club with your friends and had the best time of your life. until he walked in.

he was gorgeous. he stood out unlike any man. he was beautiful, like he was sculpted by the gods himself. he was the perfect mix between feminine and masculine. and unlike your spouse, you heart skipped a beat and your cheeks flushed. you watched as he floated around the bar with friends, until he met your fascinated gaze. if only you knew what was running through his mind. did he know you were married? did he know you had kids waiting for you at home? you didn't care when you saw the small smirk on his lips and his small gesture for you to come to him.

like a magnet to a fridge, you slowly drifted to him. everything after that was a blur, and you somehow ended up here, in a private room with him, pinned to a wall while your hands tugged on his luscious black hair. he pulls away and look down at you hungrily, yet motherly. he made you feel cared for. like you were desired.

"tell me what you want. go on, baby. tell mommy what you want." he soothes softly, yet firmly.