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staff. “I’ve been seeing a
    man as well as you.”
    “Oh,” I said, a stab of intense pain ripped through my
    stomach. I pulled my arm off his body and pushed it down in
    front of mine to create a barrier between us.
    “I should have told you, Megan. I’m sorry. It’s just I
    didn’t know how to broach the subject and I didn’t want to ruin
    what we had.”
    “You should have told me,” I said, still in shock. “I
    thought I meant more to you than that.”
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    “You do, Megan, oh you do. I love spending time with
    you, I love fucking you, being with you.”
    “But you were still off fucking a man behind my back. Is
    it better with him? Am I just your token girlfriend or
    something?”
    I moved from shocked to angry. He’d lied to me. I thought
    we had the start of something special, but he’d been fucking
    someone else all along.
    I rolled over and put my back to him, I didn’t want him to
    see the scalding tears that rolled down my cheeks unbidden.
    “Oh, it’s not like that,” he sighed, and I felt him shift onto
    his side, the bed creaked a little as he moved. “Please, Megan, I
    didn’t mean to upset you. Damn, I should have told you
    upfront, I’m sorry about that. You are the most beautiful
    woman I know. Your curves are divine. The moment I saw you
    in the club that night I was intoxicated. I couldn’t keep my eyes
    off you. You are all woman and that is what drives me crazy
    with desire. I don’t want to lose you.”
    “Are you going to stop fucking around behind my back?”
    I hissed, trying hard to lie still, my unladylike sobs made it
    difficult to stop my abundant body wobbling.
    “I’m not fucking around,” Adam sighed, “but I don’t see
    why I can’t be with you both.”
    “Well, in that case you can see yourself out. I can’t share
    you with anyone else.”
    “Not even if I tell you he’s bi too and he thinks you’re
    gorgeous.”
    “No. You betrayed me Adam. You need to go.” I sniffled.
    I needed him out of my space so I could cry in peace.
    “Okay, I’m sorry, Megan. You know where I am if you
    want me. I still want you, think I always will.” He moved
    across the bed and I heard the ruffle and scrape of clothes and
    zips as he dressed. I tried not to think of his lithe body, his
    smooth hands, his plump lips. I tried to hold onto the anger that
    had burned so brightly minutes earlier, but as he whispered a
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    goodbye and I heard the door of my flat clunk shut behind him,
    I sobbed so hard I thought I would break.
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    For a few days after I just walked around in a daze. I was
    on autopilot and thanked Heaven that I didn’t have any of the
    more difficult year groups to teach ‘til the other end of the
    week. I’d be more myself by then, I was sure.
    I’d not gotten much sleep either. I was tired, but as soon
    as I tried to sleep, questions started to haunt me. Had I done the
    right thing? Had I been too hasty? Was it really cheating? And
    the most annoying thing was that I didn’t have an answer.
    I picked up my post as I walked into my flat after another
    long day of teaching. Tucked between the livid green junk mail
    and the credit card bill was a white, handwritten envelope. I so
    rarely get mail of such a nature that I got quite giddy as I tried
    to work out who it was from. I ripped open the envelope and
    started to read.

    Dear Megan,
    I don’t know whether this is wise, but I am missing you so
    much I wanted to at least try. I am so sorry I wasn’t upfront
    about myself from the beginning. I should have been. I was
    having such a good time with you I just sort of forgot
    everything else.
    I wish there was something I could do to make this all
    better, Simon does too. He likes you, as well you know. He’s
    seen your photos and thinks your curves are deliciously sexy.
    He’s upset that I’m upset and livid that I managed to upset you.

    Victoria Blisse
    I want to make it all better, I do. Can

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