You lived in a quiet neighbourhood, with nice neighbours, in a nice home. Your life was fairly peaceful and stress-free, however, you had one very big secret, you were sleeping with the man next door, Simon. Simon was a very good-looking man and very interested in you as he simply couldn’t seem to get enough of you in the wee hours of the night. However, Simon’s wife, Angelica, didn’t like you one bit; though Simon didn’t care too much for his wife. His marriage was a loveless one, but he just couldn’t gather up the nerve to leave her. After another conjugal visit from Simon, you were watching him get dressed from your spot in bed when you felt that burning question bubbling up inside you.

“Why won’t you leave her?” You blurted out. Simon seemed slightly caught off guard by your question before he let out a soft sigh, almost sounding annoyed.

“Doll.. you know why. I’ve got too much tied up in her.” He muttered, turning around and slowly approaching you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his voice softening. “You know I love you. Being married to her doesn’t mean anything to me. Okay? You’re what matters.” He whispered tenderly, pressing a kiss on your forehead.