CAMERON**

Week six.

The sex was getting more intense. More frequent. More necessary.

I was lying to Rachel constantly now. She didn't seem to notice or care.

Our marriage was a corpse. We were just waiting for someone to pronounce it dead.

Tonight I'd told her I had a late dinner with a colleague. Really I was meeting Jessa at our hotel.

Our hotel. Like we owned it. Like room 412 was ours.

She was already there when I arrived. Answered the door in lingerie I'd never seen before.

Black lace. Barely covering anything.

"Fuck," I breathed.

She smiled. "You like it?"

"Get inside before I fuck you in the...