Saturday afternoon, Stephanie was sitting in the living room alone in a daze. She never returned home and the scenes from the day before kept replaying in her mind. Did I go too far?

"Hello? Hey. Stephanie." A voice called out. Stephanie returned to reality and looked to see who it was. Peter looked at her with concern and asked if she was okay. "Yeah, no. I'm fine. Just… have a lot on my mind." She explained as she rubbed her forehead. She broke down and began to cry while covering her face with her hands. Peter moved closer and hugged her trying to calm her down. "Hey. It'll be okay." He whispered to her. She wondered how true that phrase was. How could everything be okay if she is here and not at home?

"I can't be here." She admitted. She got up and walked around the couch to go upstairs. Peter followed her asking what she meant. "Steph. Steph, just talk to me. What is going on? What do you mean you can't be here? You came here. What is going on?" he asked repeatedly. She ignored him and grabbed any of her clothes that she could find and packed her bags before making her way back downstairs. Again, Peter followed her and continuing to ask questions.

"Could you just stop for a second and talk to me?" he asked when he stood in front of her. "I don't know what's going on with me." She answered him with tears. "Listen to me. You came here, distraught. You said you had a fight and needed to get away. So you came. Why are you going back? What is going on?" he asked her. "Peter, I need to go back. I wasn't thinking straight and I needed to cool off and I came here. I made a mistake coming here. I'm sorry." She said and pushed her way out. Peter didn't stop her but wished she was clearer with what she meant and wished he knew what was going on with her.

The problem was, even Stephanie didn't know what was going on with her. She wasn't thinking rationally any longer. She made sudden decisions that would backfire on her and get her in trouble.

What is happening to me? How could I smack Paul? How could I just leave like that and worry him all night? What have I become?

All those questions kept running through her mind as she drove home.

When she entered her house she felt very uncomfortable. She was afraid of taking another step in her own home. When she went into the living room, she noticed there was a note for her written on a notepad.

In San Francisco for the network meeting we set up weeks ago. Not sure if you will be joining me but if you do happen to read this, your parents are watching the girls. Please be safe and don't do something you'll regret later on. I love you and will see you Sunday evening I hope when I return.

Paul

Stephanie tossed the notepad back on the table and went down to her basement. In the back she kept bottles of alcohol hidden from Paul. Next to her boxes of high school items, she had another box with the same label written across it but instead there were bottles. She knew Paul would never look through her personal belongings and this was the perfect way to hide them in the house without getting caught. She took the box off from the shelf and looked inside. There was a half empty bottle of vodka, a bottle of whiskey that wasn't opened ever, and a bottle of rum that was almost done. She took all three and went upstairs.

She set them on the living room coffee table and made her way into the corridor to grab a glass for her drinks and the shaker. She then proceeded to make her way into the kitchen to get the mixers and ice before finally sitting down and preparing a drink for herself. She poured the whiskey and for the first time in a long time, she raised the glass up to her lips and took a sip. Almost immediately she felt euphoria all over her body. She didn't waste any time and finished the drink in a matter of seconds before pouring another glass of whiskey. She took her time with that drink before moving onto the rum. She poured the cranberry juice and rum afterwards. She took a sip and felt a lightheaded.

Stephanie closed her eyes for a moment to try and shake off the dizziness before continuing her drink. When she opened her eyes, she reached for the rum bottle and poured whatever was left and finished her drink. She looked around and noticed her phone was nowhere to be found. She got up and wobbled but held onto anything that came across her way to keep her balance. She spotted her bag and grabbed it and made her way back onto the couch with difficulty.

She scrolled through her contacts before finding Peter's number. When she did, she sent him a text and waited for a response. Within a minute, he responded back: On my way. She smiled and got up again only this time she felt much dizzier and sat back down for a moment. She tried again only this she got up slowly and went to the corridor to get a glass for him. She knocked some glasses over and immediately fixed them as she cursed under her breath. She held onto the wall as she went back and waited for Peter.

While she waited, she poured herself some orange juice and a little bit of vodka. She wasn't a fan of vodka but since she took it out, she thought why not try it? She took a sip and made a face. "There's a reason why I hate you." She told the glass. She set the glass down and right away the bell rang. "Oh, fuck my life, I have to get up again?" she asked herself. It was bad enough she struggled to get to the corridor which was feet away but now she had to walk across the living room to get to the door. The doorbell rang again and she was left with no other choice but to get up and attempt to make her way across the living room. Before she took another step, she grabbed her glass and continued to walk.

She finally reached the door and opened it.

"Oh! Hi!" she said excitedly. Peter laughed and walked in. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Never been better," She answered and handed him her drink. "Drink?" she asked him. She had no idea that the drink she was offering him was actually hers and not the one she was meant to make for him. Peter took the glass from her hand and walked with her the living room.

"This is… some sweet home you have." He said as he looked around impressed at the architecture. "Thanks." She replied with a smile. "Before you say anything… am I going to get my ass beat up any minute now?" he asked. Stephanie's jaw dropped. "Why would I do that to you?" she asked him. Peter laughed and hugged her. "Aww, you're too adorable. Not you. You know… your husband." He explained. She pulled away and looked at him. "He is away. It's just you… and me."

"I see. So then you're free to do whatever you want here."

Stephanie had a smirk on her face. "And right now… I just want to do 2 things. Get high… and you."

She leaned closer and gave him a kiss. She laughed then got up and led him somewhere.

They went upstairs to the Study and Stephanie went over to the bookcase and reached behind. She pulled out a small bag of cocaine and tossed it to Peter. "Always have to keep some hiding if you ever need it in case of an emergency." She joked. Peter opened the small zip lock bag and poured it on top of the desk. He used a business card that was sitting on the desk and made two rows before pulling out a bill and snorting it. Afterwards, Stephanie took a turn.

"Well now… it's time for the other thing I need to do." She said. Peter went in for the kiss but Stephanie placed her finger on his lips. She shook her head. She led him out of the Study, Peter holding her from behind with his arms around her waist and kissing her neck and shoulders. They entered the bedroom and after he closed the door, the two began to kiss and made their way to the bed. As Stephanie unbuckled his belt, Peter pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Before she got the chance to unbutton and unzip his pants, Peter pulled her in close to his body and felt her heart racing. Whether it was from the moment or from the drugs, it didn't stop him from wanting her. She got on the bed with Peter climbing on top of her and undressing her.

He admired her body and ran his hand down the side of her leg before he began kissing her. Stephanie twisted her body as Peter teased her. He knew what she wanted but she was going to have to wait for it. He made a trail of kisses from her mouth to her neck down to her stomach. As he inched further down, his tongue took long strokes before reaching her pelvis. She moaned and began getting excited knowing he was about to enter her. She could feel his tongue getting closer. She started moaning loudly then suddenly he changed his mind. Again, he teased her. She twisted her body again trying to control herself but couldn't. As Peter started kissing her chest, she felt his fingers crawling down her stomach. They traveled further down and she felt them for a moment before they touched her thigh. She couldn't take the teasing anymore and rolled him over hoping to take control but before she had the opportunity, Peter rolled her and had her on her back again.

"Can't wait anymore?" he whispered in her ear as he caressed her leg. She felt his two fingers walking across her leg when finally they entered her. She let out a soft moan while Peter worked on her. He kissed her breasts and went deep in her. He moved his fingers in a circular motion, playing with her and turning her on more. He decided to switch it around and took his fingers out. He began teasing her by making her think he would go in her again but barely touching her and pulling away. He did this for several seconds as he kissed her lips softly. Stephanie grabbed his hair and Peter entered her once more, this time going in faster to hear her moan louder and harder.

He stopped for a moment and unzipped his pants. He took them off and Stephanie immediately rolled him over. She reached down for him and felt him in her hands before tasting him. His mind went blank and he didn't fight back. After several minutes, she climbed on top of him and he entered her. Without giving her a chance, he took control and thrusted himself into her furiously. She grabbed onto his arms as she let out screams of pleasure. She could no longer control her body and her emotions. He stopped for a moment to let her catch her breath. Before she could even do anything, he continued until both of them let out an explosive scream of pleasure together.

When she climbed off him, she looked over to him and both could not believe what just happened. Peter never expected to sleep with her in her own bed and Stephanie never thought she would sleep with another man in her own bed.