He bumps into Mr. Wilson and his girlfriend.

William decided to walk around town for a while to familiarize himself with the new city. Since he lived right in front of his college, he didn’t need to go out as much, so it seemed like a good opportunity.

He took note of interesting places to eat, shops and hotspots. It was getting dark, but before he decided to go back home, one of the many buildings in the city called his attention. It looked extremely fancy, with lots of lights, a red carpet along the huge entrance stairs leading to the glass doors. William went to get a closer look and saw it was really just a very elegant hotel. That is, until he noticed the several lovely-dovey couples coming out and realized it was actually a love hotel.

And it was as he marveled at building, wondering if he would ever have the money to bring a girl here, that he found himself face to face with a familiar man.

Mr. Wilson, Amelia’s husband, stopped in his tracks when his eyes unarguably met William’s. He froze in shock, and the woman holding his arm looked at him with curiosity.

So that was the woman Mr. Wilson was cheating on Amelia with? The she was tall, had long legs, a slender frame and long red hair. Seeing her made William grimace internally. She was pretty, sure, but she didn’t come close to Amelia’s beauty. Amelia was a thousand times more attractive.

William recovered from his own surprise at seeing the pair fairly quickly. More so than the older man.

‘Take this opportunity! Tell him his wife is yours! He won’t be able to retort!’

A part of him felt like he should. He felt that this was a chance to take Amelia for himself. However, he knew she didn’t want that. Not yet at least.

Maybe it was because he just had sex, but he felt like he could think clearly now. he knew that having seen Mr. Wilson with his girlfriend could bring him countless benefits, so long as Mr. Wilson wished to keep this a secret.

“Hello there, Mr. Wilson,” William greeted with a nod towards him, speaking politely and trying to look unimpressed.

“H-Hello, Mr. Sawyer,” the older man greeted back, unable to hide his uneasiness.

“I’m lucky to see you. Did you stay here? I was wondering how expensive it was,” William told him.

“…” Mr. Wilson grimaced, then whispered in his girlfriend’s ear. “Go to the car, I’ll be there soon.” He handed her the key and the woman left without a word.

The man turned to look at William with an unreadable expression. He couldn’t tell if he was afraid, angry or just focused.

‘He fears you. He fears what you now know.’

Yet William got the feeling he was scared he might tell his wife. Which he would, let’s not get that wrong. He was sure she’d just go ‘See? I was right’.

“Mr. Sawyer, would you be interested in a cup of coffee,” Mr. Wilson asked, putting on a kind face and gesturing to the inside of the hotel.