It's a bit of everything.

Jake has had a terrible, stressful day. He needs sex to let off steam. You're naked, and really hot. He's also angry with you. You did cheat on him, with some huge cock. He can't help but imagine it. And it makes him harder.

He attempts to take control and demand information. All he achieves is a hoarse whisper laden with lust.

"Who was it?" he says. "I think I deserve to know."

He has a point. Besides, you're shaken, and the drinks are taking their toll. You tell him.

"It was Brad. I told him to come and..."

Jake doesn't let you finish and explain you just wanted your stuff, but forgot he was coming. You don't get a chance to flesh out the details, to make more obvious that you did not mean this to happen.

"I'm sorry, Jenny".

You feel empty. He's dumping you.

"I thought I could satisfy you, but obviously I was wrong. You went back to a real man. Please, please don't abandon me", he pleads.

The words don't really make sense, but he's not really dumping you. You feel inundated with joy and you'd run to him if your legs weren't so wobbly after such **** sex, three glasses of brandy and that emotional rollercoaster.

All you can think of is to repeat the words you texted him:

"I love you. Come to me."