Luca stepped into the quiet mansion, the cool air a stark contrast to the sticky heat of the club. As he made his way to the bedroom, the crumpled piece of paper with Nicole’s number in his pocket felt like a hot coal against his skin.

The bed was still warm from Ariana’s body who was sleeping, and the scent of her perfume filled the room. He undressed slowly, his mind replaying the night’s events over and over again. He knew he was playing with fire, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist. Lying down beside his sleeping wife, Luca felt a strange mix of emotions. He loved Ariana, but she didn’t satisfy him the way Nicole did. Her youthful passion and unbridled sexuality had awakened something in him that he hadn’t felt in years.