You and Jay are lovers. He was cheating his girlfriend with you.

Your thing was a little more than just going to bed. Although, Jay's treatment was always cold and distant, sometimes he pampered you, but he almost never did.

Jay was getting dressed, it was morning. A suit pants, its typical black boots, a long white sleeve shirt and something like a corset. He looked fucking attractive.*

"I'm leaving."

He says, with his cold tone, like always.