No -> Mellissa is enough. (any more would make him feel even worse about fucking another woman)

John's response came naturally to him and rolled off his tongue as effortlessly as his next breath. "I am sorry, but I already feel bad enough sleeping with you."

Melissa let out a giggle, a sound like tinkling bells that seemed to dance through the telephone line. "You know my daughter wouldn't care; she might even be happy about it."

John voice crack in anger, "I don't know what Jennifer would think, but I still feel like that would be cheating on her,

Melissa!"

Melissa's voice snapped back like a whip, her tone sharp and accusatory. "So, let me get this straight, as long as it doesn't affect the parent of her next child, you let my daughter fuck who she wants when she wants in our house, but yet you won't touch anyone else but me? You are saying you think that is okay?"

Her words were like a barrage of arrows, each one striking a nerve, making John feel like he was under attack. He barked back, "Yes, that is exactly what I am saying." The line fell silent for a full thirty seconds, the tension between them so thick it was almost palpable.

When Melissa finally spoke, her voice was a crackling whisper, laden with emotion. "You know, every day, you continue to surprise me, John. You truly are an amazing man. I don't think there is a girl alive that deserves a man like you with a heart like that.” Her voice trembled and he could hear the hint of tears in her words. "But if it were twenty-five years ago, I would have dumped William on the spot just for a shot at a man like you."

The line went eerily silent again, and John was left speechless, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts, while Melissa debated on where to take this, the seconds ticking by like a bomb about to detonate. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know what, William is inviting everyone he knows over, and most are only coming for a shot at Jenn, you know that right?”

John whimpered “Yes… of course I know that!”

Before Melissa continued “I am guessing you would prefer not to see them going train on her, John." ‘

To be honest, John didn't even want to hear about how they were going to go 'train' on her, but the fact that she was referring to it as something **** made his's stomach churned and bile rising in his throat. Luckily for him She didn't even take a second before she continued talking, "I know this guy. He runs a nice hotel and restaurant. He owes me a favor because I helped his son not be trapped by some gold digger. So, I am sure he will let us stay there this weekend."

--- Quick, not important background ---

The man she was talking about (Let's call him Mr. X) was really wealthy and owned more than just a single hotel and restaurant; he was just quiet about the money, so no one knew exactly how much he actually owned. His son was an anti-solo, overweight 19-year-old who could barely get dressed and needed to be reminded to shower. Other than women, the only thing that interested him was computers. The girl he was dating couldn't care less about computers. She wouldn't even own one if she didn't need one to post Instagram photos. She was always dressed to the nine and smelled amazing. She could have been a super model that's if she ever wanted to work, which she didn't. She openly told everyone, including (Mr. and Mrs. X) that she would be someone's trophy wife. When asked about kids, she always said, "Hell no! You think I won't ruin this body with them!" Needless to say, these two people couldn't be more different, and Mr. X knew the only reason she was with his son was because of his money, and the only reason his son was with her was because she looked amazing, and he was a horny nineteen-year-old. So, Mr. X asked Melissa to occasionally sleep with his son so he would be distracted from the girl. After about a month of this, the boy finally got annoyed with her constantly asking him to buy her things, and they broke up.

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