My name is Bryce Miller, and I just turned thirty. I consider myself a winner in life. I own a house and a car, I have a respectable job with a stable income, and a beautiful wife. Life is pretty perfect. Oh, and when I say house and car, I mean top of the line. But recently, I’ve been troubled. My wife, Rebecca, is pregnant. She’s three months along. Of course, that’s good news. I’ve never been against having kids. In fact, I’ve dreamed of having a child of my own, and I’m excited for the arrival of this new life. But with Rebecca being pregnant, she can’t be intimate with me. I’m a healthy man in my prime, and I still have needs. I can’t just take care of things myself every night, right? I hold myself to high standards. I’ve always been a law-abiding man, and I’d never do something like hire an escort. So, I turned to Chloe Morgan, my wife’s best friend. Yep, exactly the kind of “turning” you’re thinking of. Rebecca and I met in college and started working at Broadway Financial Group right after graduation. A year later, Chloe joined the company too. Chloe didn’t go to our school, but she and Rebecca had known each other since college and hit it off well. They became inseparable. Chloe was over at our house all the time, practically like family. She worked in my department, so we saw each other a lot. One night, after working late, it was around eight in the evening, and it was winter. I offered to drive Chloe home. When we got to her apartment building, she asked if I wanted to come up for a drink. I knew exactly what she was suggesting. And since I knew, I went along with it. Upstairs, she changed into this lacy, see-through slip and brought me a drink. I took a sip and couldn’t stop staring at her. One thing led to another, and sitting down for a drink turned into “doing something else”—the kind of “something” you can only do in bed. When I got home, Rebecca was still waiting up for me. I felt a little guilty. But soon enough, my head was filled with thoughts of Chloe’s amazing body, and that night, I dreamed about our time together. That’s when I realized why people cheat—man, it’s exciting. Once there’s a first time, there’s a second. And a third. Sometimes at her apartment, sometimes at a hotel like the Hilton Nashville Downtown. At first, I felt bad. But after a few times, I stopped feeling guilty. I convinced myself that I was just a man with needs. It was only physical. I was still 100% in love with Rebecca, still dedicated to my family. I had no plans to leave her or start a new life with Chloe. And Chloe? She was easygoing. Anytime I wanted to meet up, she’d come, always willing and able, no matter what. We even texted each other all sorts of dirty messages when we had nothing better to do. Honestly, Chloe was just trouble—a real-life temptress. How on earth did Rebecca end up with a friend like that? What did she do in a past life to deserve this? By the end of the year, Rebecca’s belly was growing, and I was more attentive to her than ever. On top of that, work was crazy busy. Year-end projects had me working day and night, so I didn’t have much time for Chloe. After all, work and family come first. Sneaking around with a mistress is just a side hobby. Chloe sent me a few messages, some of them with sexy photos—some of her wearing next to nothing. I just replied coolly, telling her I was too busy and we’d catch up later. She even came to my office once, giving me those flirty looks, but I pretended not to notice. In a company full of people, what could she say? There was no way she’d make a scene. A few days later, I heard she’d found a new boyfriend, some rich guy. Eventually, she quit her job and moved down south with him. I figured our affair had just fizzled out. As long as we both kept quiet, who would ever know we’d slept together? To everyone else, it was just a fleeting dream. A month passed, and New Year’s was coming. One night, Rebecca and I were in bed. She was on her phone, chatting with someone. Worried she might be getting too tired, I told her it was time to sleep. She nodded and then turned to me, “Honey, I need to ask you something. My best friend wants to stay with us for a while.” “Which friend?” “Chloe.”
“Who?” “Chloe Morgan—you know, from your department. My best friend, the pretty one.” Rebecca blinked at me, her expression a little odd. She thought I’d forgotten who Chloe was. I quickly steadied myself. “Of course, I remember. What’s up with her?” Rebecca snorted, “She ran into a jerk. You know the type—those guys who hit it and quit it. Honey, don’t you think guys like that are disgusting? Married, but still out there looking for women. After they get what they want, they disappear. Now Chloe’s in a bad spot.” “Yeah… that’s awful.” What else could I say? I had to agree with her. I couldn’t exactly tell Rebecca, “Yep, your husband’s that kind of guy too.” Rebecca kept going, “He took all her money and ditched her. Now she can’t even pay her rent. Honey, let her stay here for a while. I’m pregnant, and she could help take care of me.” There was no way I could agree to that. Sure, I was into thrills, but having my mistress live under the same roof as my wife? That wasn’t thrilling—that was suicidal. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. If she needs a place to stay, I can help her find one—a hotel, maybe a short-term rental?” Rebecca shook her head immediately, “No, that won’t work. She’s really fragile right now. She was crying the whole time when we met up yesterday. I’m worried she might do something drastic. Please, honey, let her stay. She won’t be any trouble, and she’ll really help take care of me. After all, we’re best friends.” What could I say after that? I had no choice but to agree. Rebecca handled human resources at work and was known for being tough. If she hadn’t gotten married and pregnant, she’d probably be in a higher position than me by now. Plus, her dad was friends with the company’s owner. I wasn’t about to argue with her. I felt even guiltier toward Rebecca. She had sacrificed so much for our family, and here I was, cheating with her best friend. I silently promised that I’d make it up to her, that I’d treat her right from now on. Otherwise, may I be struck by lightning. They say a man’s promises are empty lies. Turns out, that’s true. We don’t just lie to women—we lie to ourselves. The next day, Chloe showed up. She looked a lot worse than before—clearly, the breakup had taken a toll on her. The moment she saw Rebecca, they were inseparable, chatting away and leaving me completely out of the picture. I found a moment to ask Rebecca, “She doesn’t seem that bad. I thought you said she was struggling?” Rebecca hushed me, “Don’t be fooled. She’s putting on a brave face, but inside, she’s a wreck. Stop saying that. Oh, and you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” I wanted to say more, but Chloe was already calling Rebecca’s name. Rebecca gave me a push and went over to her, tossing my bedding onto the couch on her way. Rebecca was just too kind. At dinner, Chloe’s foot nudged me under the table. I ignored her. Then she slipped off her high heels and rubbed my leg with her stockinged foot. I couldn’t take it. I got up and stopped eating. Rebecca asked what was wrong, and I just said I was full. After dinner, Rebecca scolded me privately, saying I was rude to Chloe and that I didn’t want her staying with us. I didn’t argue. I just wanted to sleep. The two women kept talking in the bedroom, chatting until well past ten. I’d had a long, stressful day. The moment my head hit the pillow on the couch, I was out. Around one or two in the morning, I felt someone snuggling up next to me. I opened my eyes to find Chloe lying beside me, wearing the same see-through slip she’d worn the night I first cheated on Rebecca. “Bryce, you haven’t forgotten about me, have you?” Then, she pounced on me, knowing exactly what to do. I broke out in a cold sweat. This was my home! And Rebecca was just in the next room!
I remember the last time Chloe and I were at her place, we were also on the couch. My mind told me to resist, but my body didn’t listen. It wasn’t until we heard a noise from the bedroom that Chloe finally got up from the couch. She tossed her hair and said, “Rebecca’s awake. I should head back. We can pick this up next time.” She gave me a mischievous smile, her eyes full of teasing. I turned my head to avoid looking at her, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The dim light in the room cast shadows, and I saw myself slumped on the couch, looking as pathetic as ever. It’s the same old story—once you do it the first time, the second time comes easily, and after the second, it just keeps happening. And just like that, Chloe and I reignited our affair. Sneaking around with my mistress under my wife’s nose—it was reckless, I knew that. But I couldn’t stop. There were times when Rebecca almost caught us. But Chloe was always quick to cover for me, helping me get away just in time. I even used my connections to get Chloe back into the company. That way, we could see each other more, and naturally, seeing each other led to… well, you know. Chloe would joke that Rebecca—my wife and her “best friend”—asked her to keep an eye on me to make sure I wasn’t cheating. She would laugh as she said it, and in her mind, Rebecca was nothing more than a fool. A couple of days later, Chloe told me she was feeling better and that she was ready to move out. Rebecca didn’t stop her. In fact, she asked me to help Chloe with the move. Chloe told Rebecca she was planning to find a boyfriend who would treat her well. Rebecca asked, “How well?” Chloe gave me a sly glance and said, “Oh, as well as your husband does.” Rebecca just laughed, thinking Chloe was joking. A few days before New Year’s, my parents came to stay with us. With Rebecca being pregnant, it was hard for her to do much, so they were there to help. Mostly, it was my mom doing the work. My dad, well, he did what he could—some household chores, running errands. Dad was in great shape. He’d served in the military when he was younger, and even in his sixties, he was fit. He had more black hair than gray, and he took walks every morning and evening. It was that very habit that led to him stumbling upon me and Chloe. It all started simply enough. Rebecca had invited Chloe over for dinner. She even asked if Chloe had any plans for the evening, like a date. Chloe said she didn’t, but she had her eye on someone. Rebecca kept pressing, asking if she knew him. Chloe dodged the question with a smile. I drove Chloe home after dinner. We got to her apartment complex, and she told me to stop the car. I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but I pulled over anyway. Without warning, she lunged into my lap, saying she wanted a little “affection” before heading inside. Before I could object, she was already making her move. I’m the type of guy who can’t resist women—especially someone like Chloe, who’s clingy and seductive. I guess I’m one of those men they say think with their lower half. After we’d had our fun and were tidying ourselves up, I was about to drive into the complex when I suddenly noticed someone standing at the entrance. It was my dad. I broke into a cold sweat. Dad was strict—if he found out… it would be a disaster. That night at dinner, Chloe had my mom laughing so hard she nearly cried. Dad joined in too, but every time I met his eyes, there was an icy look in them that made me nervous. After dinner, Rebecca asked me to take Chloe home. At her apartment building, she turned to me and asked, “Do you prefer boys or girls? You probably want a boy, right? Since you’re an only child, you need to carry on the family name.” I didn’t respond. Chloe continued, “Rebecca’s carrying a girl. Trust me.” “I’d be happy with a girl,” I replied. “And if we want a boy, we can always have another.” “Oh? But Rebecca said she doesn’t want more kids. She’s focused on her career. You’re lucky she’s having one for you.” She leaned in close, whispering in my ear, “I’ll give you as many kids as you want.” I glared at her and pointed to the door. “Get out.” When I got home, it was late. I yawned and pushed open the door. My parents were in the living room. Before I could say anything, my dad slapped me hard across the face, nearly knocking me over. “Dad, what the—” “You know what this is about!” And I did know. I dropped to my knees in front of him. “Dad, I messed up. I lost my head for a moment. I swear, it’s over between us.” My mom tugged at my dad’s sleeve, urging him to calm down. Dad sighed heavily and spoke in a low voice, “You better remember what you just said. End it with that woman, or you’re going to destroy this family.” I nodded hard, and in my mind, I told myself the same thing—I had to cut things off with Chloe for good.
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