Sixteen: Choices

It was the husband. He knew it. The guy whose wife he's been fucking for three nights in a row. What does that make him? When she pushed him back and leaped off the bed with her phone. What does that make him?

Is she just playing with him? Of course, she was, she'd said it from the beginning, she wasn't looking for a relationship but he was too foolish and too stubborn to let it be what it was. He was in love like a lovesick puppy who expected he could snatch someone else's wife in the course of a few days. A rich man's wife nonetheless.

It wasn't her fault. He got himself into that mess and now he's trapped. Because no matter what he does, he couldn't get her off his mind, he wanted nothing else, just her. To know that she belonged to someone else was like having a knife stuck in his stomach.

The worst part is, he didn't have any right to express his frustration. He stared into the ocean from the deck and skipped breakfast altogether because the incident that morning just sucked al