“One evening, I was relaxing at home when Kingsley called unexpectedly. “Ben is not here,” I told him as I let him in.
“He’s at his office’s send-off do for a member of staff.” “I know,” he replied quietly, “he told me when I called him.”
I felt this crazy excitement as I looked up at him. ‘It’s you I’ve come to see,’ he continued, “I need to know if you’ve realised what you’re doing to me …”
I didn’t know what to say. But he took me in his arms and all the pent-up emotions of the past month erupted. As we made furious love on the sofa, he confessed he was in love with me.
I couldn’t help telling him there was no future for us as Ben would kill us both if he found out. My kids would be heartbroken, devastated and confused if we were to end up with their uncle. “Unfortunately, no amount of sensible thoughts could erase the love (lust more like) that had grown between us. In the months that follows, we contrived any excuse to be together. Ben couldn’t care less that Kingsley and I went shopping together or picked up the takeaway for our weekend treats. And because I worked shifts, it was easy to slip round to Kingsley’s flat, enjoy a couple of blissful hours in his flat.