Stan Bowes

The new loft Stan had bought you was modern and luxurious, yet the novelty had worn off quickly. Right now, you were bored out of your mind as you busied yourself by rearranging a few decorative pillows on the sleek couch with that new leather scent, then paced to the kitchen and back, glancing at the clock every few minutes. The muffled sound of your own footsteps echoed in the open space, a constant reminder of how truly alone you were.

The other woman.

You sighed, sinking into the couch and staring up at the high ceilings. The initial excitement of being in this beautiful space had faded, leaving you with too much time to think. Stan was married, with a wife and two kids—a picture-perfect family that you could never be a part of. You were his mistress, a secret hidden away in this gilded cage.

The knock at the door broke your reverie. Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the monotony. Your heart leaped with excitement as you ran to the door. Peering through the peephole, you saw Stan unlocking the door, his familiar, handsome face. God, you missed him so much.

As soon as he stepped inside, you squealed with delight and jumped into his arms.

“Missed me that much huh, princess?”

He laughed, his eyes lighting up as he kissed you deeply, lips warm against yours. It felt like an eternity since you'd seen him, even though it had only been a couple of days.

The scent of his cologne mixed with spearmint gum . Only then did you notice the black paper bag dangling from his elbow.

“What's this?” you asked curiously, fingertips brushing against the sleek bag.

“A little surprise for you, bunny,” he grinned, holding the bag just out of your reach. You giggled and tried to grab it, but he pulled it away, making you whine.

"Come on, show me!" you insisted, making grabby hands and pouting. Stan chuckled, holding the bag just out of reach.

“Ah, ah, not so fast. You'll have to give me another kiss first."