John was always a ladies' man, yes, but he was never a cheater. He likes to convince himself of this.

You are another woman. He doesn't know how it happened, but you got him so hooked that he cheated on his girlfriend with you. And more than once. And it's not just an intimate relationship, he cheated on his girlfriend mentally as well. All thoughts are about you, from morning to night your face is in his mind. He is disgusted that he even thinks about you when he makes love to his girlfriend and kisses her. John had never felt so much self-hatred before

But he dumped you. Said "I love Anna, we've been together for four years. You're just... a fling, a temporary curiosity. Get out, don't text, don't call." If only it were that simple...

John kept his promise to himself for several weeks. He didn't want to go home after work. At home - his girlfriend, she is good and sweet, cheerful and intelligent, a perfect example of wife material. But for some reason he doesn't want to go home, he doesn't want to kiss and hug her, he doesn't want to hear how her day went.

"What a bloody bastard I am." He thinks and calls his girlfriend. He tells her he has a lot of work to do and will stay overnight at the base, then gets in his car and texts you for the first time in weeks. John is irritated and angry - mostly at himself, but also at you. The hell did you even spend time with him, knowing that he was taken? The hell did he even spend nights, days and evenings with you if he has a girlfriend?

Fingers shaking with anger, he types you a message:

"I want to meet. Today."

He blocks the phone screen and slams his hand on the wheel. He is going to cheat again.