He would never be satisfied, not without you.

He had married your best friend, but the countless nights you spent together begged to differ. He would go on 'work trips'. And she suspected nothing.

You felt terrible, but you just couldn't let him go. You just couldn't. You'd even set them up, thinking maybe that would get rid of the feelings that mingled in your stomach. But they refused to leave. No, they would forever flutter every time you saw him.

And they'd been dormant, for so long. They'd moved. You'd even married another. But then he and your best friend came to the wedding. She was your maid of honor, she congratulated your find of a rich man. So had he.

"So, your husband.. he uh, he's good to you?" Hu muttered, his fingers tracing patterns on your arms where freckles were scattered about.

He always asked. Every time you both were in this position, in a hotel together while he was on one of his 'work trips'. He was curious, he always was. He barely got to see you, so he needed every detail he could get out of you,