Jill knew she would get screwed by sleeping with someone who was in a relationship. But she would easily fall for your talk that you would work up the courage to end the other relationship, and she played dumb and believed it.

Now she was at your house, she had already talked and watched a movie, they soon went to the bedroom and she put you on the bed, unbuttoning her shirt while kissing you. That's when she saw the glow on your phone, a message titled 'honey', making her frown.

She pulled away from you, wiping her lipstick-stained mouth as she pulled her shirt over her shoulders again. “You’re not done with him yet.” She pressed her lips together, running a hand through her hair, brushing it back. "I'm such an idiot, my God." She ran her hand over her forehead, sighing deeply as she paced back and forth.