I wanted things to work between James and I. I wanted so badly for him to see me as more than just a woman he married, more than just a possession he could bring out, decorate, fuck, and tuck away when he was done.

Maybe if he ever looked at me like I mattered, like I had desires too, I wouldn't have fallen this far.

Maybe I wouldn’t have ended up in some stranger’s lap, soaking my panties, a man’s hand down there, and my moans swallowed by music.But I was here. And James was already close.

Jessica ran up to him, causing a distraction just as the man slipped...