Indulgence

You never recognize the moments that shape your life when you’re actually in them. The realization comes much later, when it’s too late to do anything about it. If you had told Vanessa that Marc, the guy she met last night in the bar, was going to be anything more than the one night stand she was anticipating she’d have laughed in your face. Her appreciation for the opposite sex goes no further than the occasional…all right, the frequent, one night stand.

He had wanted her. It had started as simply as that. Marc hadn’t thought past the challenge of seducing her away from the bar and nothing could have prepared him for what happened after he did. They came together like fire and ice: two unyielding elements demanding everything from the other but only willing to give a fraction of themselves in return. He pushed and she pulled. She bruised his ego and he shattered her mask of indifference. It wasn’t love - neither of them was looking for that. It was an affair for control and it was toxic. He knew he needed to quit her, he planned to quit her. He just needed one more night.