It's not like I enjoy manipulating my dad and my husband, in fact I felt bad about it. I love them very much, my family is everything to me but this was something I had to do. I'd already gone so far with this, invested so much into it, my time, money and emotions. There had been so many sleepless nights these past few weeks as I thought about how this would work out. Now it was under way and it was working out. I told you that you would regret it John, I told you.

The first time I'd been willing to let it go, accept that it was a mistake, a misunderstanding. John had tried to kiss me but I'd backed away and he'd quickly apologised. He said he thought it was what I wanted too but I assured him it wasn't.

I thought no more of it until a few weeks later. We had both been at a press conference together and I'd had him ride in my limo. It made the organisation so much easier if we travelled together. We had been making idle conversation when suddenly he kissed me. It shocked me so much it took me a second to react. Maybe that was why he thought I wanted it too.

I managed to push him off me and tell him to stop but he came at me again and kissed me again, more forcefully this time. I managed to push him off me again, I'm quite a strong woman but again he came at me.

This time he knocked me over so I was lying on the seat and he was on top of me. He kissed me for the third time and put his hand on one of my breasts. I told him that unless he got off of me that second I'd scream and I'd also tell my dad and my husband what he had done.

He'd replied "Tell them what? You forced yourself on me in the back of your limo and now you feel guilty so you're blaming it all on me? No Steph, you won't do that will you?"

He was wrong, I did tell them. Not that it did me any good. Sure they were angry with him but my dad wouldn't consider firing him. I thought Paul would have been more supportive of me but I think he wasn't one hundred percent convinced that John's version of events wasn't true.

From then on John clearly thought he was untouchable. Every time he saw me he would look at me in ways that made me very uneasy. Every time my dad or Paul were not around of course, if they were he would make sure he didn't do it in case they saw him and picked up on it.

The final straw was what happened in that hallway. I had been walking along preoccupied with whatever the hell it was I was thinking about. I hadn't even noticed John approaching me, suddenly I walked into him. I can still remember every detail of that encounter.

John had smirked at me, "Hey princess, I thought you didn't want any more contact? Throwing yourself at me again huh?" He ran his hand through my hair.

I growled at him, "Move out of my way now! And don't ever touch me!"

His grin got wider, "You're so sexy when you're angry. Come on, kiss me."

"Fuck you John!"

He laughed, "You want to what? I knew it!"

"You touch me again and I'll scream."

He whispered in my ear, "You want to scream, let's have a night together and I'll make you scream for sure. Call me." As he walked past me he pinched my ass.

I was so angry I was shaking. I shouted after him, "I'll finish you for this John, I'll show you."

He had been laughing as he disappeared from sight around the corner.

Who's laughing now John? You piece of shit.