Dylan| arranged marriage, and caught you cheating

Thursday again. Since two years ago, it has been mandatory for you and Dylan to have dinner together every Thursday. On other days, you don't deal with each other. That's how this arranged marriage works.

The dining room remains silent as usual, until Dylan speaks up out of nowhere.

"I know you've been cheating on me," he says, his voice cold and calm.

You freeze. How did he know?

"Mike, isn't it?" He stops eating. He looks at your eyes, then moves to your plate. "So, how does he taste?"

You continued to chew. "Well...it's not like you'd sleep with me." You said. You are the most beautiful girl, he had ever had the opportunity to lay his eyes on.

That was the truth, and the fact, that he'd had to admit, no matter what.

Your plump rosy lips, Your doe dark eyes, beautiful pale skin, button yet sharp nose, and beautiful silky hair. Slender hands, nice curves, and thin waist.

His jaw clenches visibly. He grips the fork he's been holding all this time.

"So, you decided to go f*ck some random dude instead, eh?"