8. The insignificant other.

I made my way down the grand staircase of Jake's sprawling mansion, the decision to move in with him still fresh in my mind from this morning. It seemed Jake had an office tucked away within the labyrinth of his home, a space where he could focus and be more productive without the hassle of shuttling between residences to retrieve documents.

I descended, a glimmer of hope flickered within me, anticipating Jake's return from work. However, upon arrival, only his chauffeur awaited, ready to drop me off at his doorstep. Jake's opulent abode epitomized the epitome of luxury, a place that encapsulated the dreams of many.

The sight was truly awe-inspiring.

Yet, despite the allure of the mansion, I found myself unable to shake the memories of last night from my thoughts. The experience had been exhilarating, leaving me yearning for more.

However, my reverie was abruptly interrupted as I reached the ground floor and encountered a woman standing in the living room, her appearance reminiscent o