By the time we entered Vegas, I had made my decision..

I was going to tell Jack.

I'd like to believe it was because I was a good person and had a soul, that my conscious wouldn't let me sleep unless I exposed my own infidelity. I had cheated on him, I needed to own that and receive the consequences.

Because despite what could happen, I didn't regret the kiss or kisses. I had felt a connection, a connection more than what I had with Jack right now.

I wondered if it was because Zak was there and he wasn't? I also wondered if it was because myself and Jack's spat before I went away had some impending effect on how this week went? But then I realised I was looking for an excuse, one that didn't involve me being in the wrong, and I was. Most definitely.

My second decision, was to trust Bacon... Not wanting to be in close quarters with Zak and having my hands padded up, I arranged for Bacon to bring my car to my apartment. So I wouldn't have to go to Zak's.

As the RV came to a stop in a car park, I pulled my bag onto my shoulder, gave a brief smile and said goodbye to both Zak & Bacon before getting off. I headed straight for him, the man with his arms outstretched, smile across his face, happy to see me, Jack.

"I've missed you so much." He gushes hugging me tightly and lifting me off the floor before spinning me around.

I knew that it wasn't for my benefit and that someone must be watching... Sure enough Zak was.

As I looked at Zak, a fear spiked inside me, knowing what I had done was wrong, but that didn't stop the feeling that I wanted to kiss him again. Perhaps it was change? I needed change in my life to move forward? I watched him get off the RV before shaking his head at me and heading into the store.... He was mad. With me.

"I'm so glad you're home. I missed you." Jack spoke again making me smile at him. How could I say that I missed him, when I was kissing another man?

"M-me too." I stuttered feeling the guilt way heavily on my shoulders over my actions.

"Here let me take those bags and then we will go and grab some dinner. We need fresh food."

I nod and hand over my hold-all bag letting him push them into the trunk before he took my hand. I hiss slightly and pull away assessing the bandaged palms.

"Oh damn, I'm sorry baby. I forgot." Jack frowns.

"It's okay." I respond with a smile, hoping he would leave it there, but of course he didn't, instead he showered me with kisses and apologies before vowing to run me a bath when we got home and prepare my dinner.

I felt awful, I felt rotten and evil. I felt shame. Jack was a good man, despite his faults in the bedroom. He was a good man.

Instead of holding my hand again, Jack looped his arm around my shoulders and guided me into the store.

As Jack grabbed a cart, I held my own body and slowly walked around with him. We had little conversation back and forth, between lockdown, his mom and dinner. I had forgiven him for his mom's antics and his lack of defending, because who had done the biggest crime?

Oh that's right. Me.

I kept my eyes peeled as we walked around the store, hoping that I could avoid Jack meeting Zak any time soon, by guiding him in an opposite direction. The last thing I wanted was for this to come out over a Cauliflower.

No, I needed to tell Jack in my own time.

"I'm going to grab some shampoo." I tell him, leaving Jack to decide on what we were going to have. It was a toss up between a chicken curry or a chicken stir fry. Either way, it involved chicken.

Heading to the beauty aisle, I scanned every aisle I pass, hoping to avoid him.. Slipping down it, I trailed the shelves until I found my shampoo. Checking the label and the price, I turned to leave when I spotted the devil himself.

Okay. Satan hadn't come up from hell to buy groceries. I meant Zak.

I froze on the spot, stuck in limbo on what to do. Not trusting myself to walk past him, incase I launch my own assault on his mouth.

Even doing the most meaningless thing had my body heat up, all he was doing was holding a damn basket and talking on the phone.

Girl you need that release, this is pathetic, staring at him like some soft porn film.

"Well I'm here now... Yeah." He spoke looking at the shelving as I approached slowly. Cat like movements getting me through..

As he shifted, I turned my back and stared at the shampoo, whilst slowly sidestepping away. Damn this aisle for being the tightest one.

"Well I want to see you. Tonight." He spoke making my ears strain but pick it up. I looked back over my shoulder to see him looking at the condom section. It didn't take a genius to know his plans tonight..

"No, no. Of course I'll make you dinner. I'll bring dinner to bed so you won't have to worry about getting dressed." He laughs.

Sudden anger fills my system hearing his laugh about tonight, but I stamp it down inside me and frown harder at the bottle in my hands. Reading the same sentence 30 times over. I needed to get out of this aisle. Now.

"You know I love it when you do that. Uh huh. Babe... No I'm getting them now."

I was annoyed. Jealous and annoyed. Because I was feeling guilty over this, where as he had a damn spring in his step, even though he had a partner too!
The sound of a box hitting his basket, signalled to me that whoever was on the phone, was coming over.

As Zak wrapped up the call, I decided now was the right time to scarper. With his back turned, all I had to was slip away. But fate was never on my side and I should have known that years ago, than be surprised that when I tried to escape, I managed to go through a spillage of what looked like juice on the floor. My legs went out from under me, splaying my hands out, to catch my fall, however I still hit the ground with a thump. The shampoo bottle shot across the floor and hit Zak's shoe, cementing my doom.

He looked down before he looked across, and found me there, spread eagle, face down on the floor. "Delilah?"

Yep. That's me.

I groan and slowly get up off the ground looking at myself to assess any damage. Once I knew that there was no pain, I look at Zak.

"Hi."

He looks around. "Where's your partner?"

I didn't answer and walk over retrieving the bottle from beside his foot. But as I went to walk away, Zak took my wrist gently.

"Don't be like this." He said quietly.

"Be like what?" I ask pulling my wrist away from his hand as heat crept up my neck.

"Stand offish."

I look at him before my eyes move to the box in his basket. "I'm going to tell him."

Zak frowns "What?"

"Jack. I'm going to tell him what happened."

"Why?" He asks with confusion.

"Because I don't like lies."

"Delilah, it was just a damn kiss." Zak responds, delivering a punch to my gut. It was just a kiss for him, nothing more like it had felt in my mind.

"I know."

"Then why say anything? You do know we could both get into trouble with the channel." Zak informs me. "We are suppose to be professional at all times."

"I know that. But I broke the rule and if anything comes to their attention, then I'll tell them it was my fault and I threw myself at you." I answer. Because let's face it, I kinda did...

Zak looked perplexed as to why I wanted to do this. Tell the man I was suppose to love that I had kissed my boss, my colleague, a man I lived on the road with!

"I won't lie to him. He's a good man."

"Sweetheart?" Jack calls making both myself and Zak look in the direction of his voice.

I smile at Jack as he turns the shopping cart in our direction and begins to make his way towards us.

"Don't be a fool Delilah. Keep your mouth shut. It was just a kiss. It meant nothing. If you care for him, you won't hurt him." Zak bit and forces a smile as Jack got to us.

I stood back and watched both men introduce themselves in the usual sort of manner before Zak insists that he has to go, much to my relief. For some reason I expected Zak to throw our moment in the conversation. Stupid, I know. But that's guilt for you.

"Hey, you should come over some times for dinner." Jack spoke taking Zak and myself off guard.

"Oh no, I couldn't do that-"

"I insist. Delilah is an amazing cook, honestly her food will make you fall in love." Jack gushes making my cheeks flush.

Zak looks between us before he does the unthinkable...

"I'd love to. Let me know when."

My smile drops instantly as Zak takes on his own, seemingly pleased with his work.

"How about tomorrow?" Jack pushes, using his business like attitude to close a deal or in this case, dinner.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Do you want me to bring anything?" Zak replies.

"Awesome, look forward to seeing you again and bring your girl over. 7pm. She will love it too. Don't bring a thing, it's on us." Jack beams.

I want to die, physically die because I can't tell him tonight now, can I?

"Well we better not keep you any longer." I hint at Zak as he looks between the us.

"Oh yes. I should go, better not keep the lady waiting. Have a good evening." Zak bids before leaving us.

I glare at the retreating back of Zak before he disappears. Jealousy was still flaring away in my stomach at the idea of another woman and Zak.

I didn't like the idea of all of us having dinner together, nor the idea that Zak was going to make his lady friend dinner...

I also didn't like how Zak said the kiss was nothing. Because to me, it was definitely something. Whether I liked to admit it or not...

+++

I sink into the hot water, letting it burn against the scrapes and scratches that litter my arms. The heavy feeling did nothing to ease my mind of the burden knocking about in my skull.

Jack had been nothing but perfect since I had came home. My little apartment was spotless, the orchids that I used to keep besides Colin the Cacti rest in peace, had been fed and my mail had been picked up every day. He was cooking me dinner, after running me a bath and setting out clothes for me to change into after. Trying to make the return home as soft and smooth as possible.

It all brought tears to my eyes, to know that I had betrayed such a loving man... He'd probably blame himself. Because that's the guy Jack is. A soft gentle man who always cared about my needs. In very department of their lives, except our sex life.  And right now, I could and should and I will over look that. I have too. Because with my past, the way I am, I needed understanding and he gets me. He does and I hate how he does, because I have no excuse to hide behind.

My head was still tangled as to why I did it. Maybe it was the tension between myself and Zak had shifted? Maybe the world had? Maybe none of this is my fault? You're kidding... Right?

But what was even worse, was that every time I thought back to the kiss, the way his hands grasped my body, the slight tug in my hair, the need for more, the softness of his lips and scratching of his beard causing even more friction between us. Even thinking about that, caused my body to feel like a coiled up spring.

I stayed in the water for a while before washing myself and climbing out. Because my agenda had changed tonight, I didn't want a quiet night, I wanted a little excitement, a little hotness, something to replace my boss smashing around in my skull and replace with my partner there. Jack.

I changed into underwear and almost screamed the apartment down when arms went around my waist.

"I'm sorry Hon, I didn't mean to scare you."

Jack...

I smiled slightly "It's okay."

"You smell gorgeous." He says inhaling my skin.

Sighing in return, I sink back against his shoulder, back into familiar territory. Gentle Jack.

Gentle Jack...

Not the dangerously tainted Zak.

My body jerks slightly and a moan escapes as Jack's hand brushes over the junction between my legs.

"Babe.. Is this for me?"

Hopeless, I just nod.

He kisses my neck gently "Come on, dinner is ready. I want you fed first."

I felt my hunger die down.. He didn't want me yet, despite being half dressed in the bedroom with a clear arousal soaking my panties. How much plainer could it get for him? Even if my mind was straying...

I huff as he leaves the bedroom and I tug on my shorts. I just wanted someone who would throw me down on the bed, tear off my clothes and fulfil my each and every desire. I wanted passion, angry love, something dangerous and excitable.

My own body hummed at the idea.

As I sat at the dinner table in a pair of shorts and camisole top, I came to a conclusion. Jack would never be that, if he was? He would never be like it with me. He treated me different than the aggression he showed in the meetings I had once saw him conduct. He had power and drive, but he didn't bring anything home. It was like a duty for him to be here...

"Are you okay?" Jack asks softly. "You look a little flushed. Is it too hot in here?"

I shake my head and insist everything is fine. Because to him, it was, we were fine. Plodding along with the same script in front of us. His tiredness, sloppy love making and me feeling like shit, but this time over something new. That stupid kiss.

My grip tightened on the cutlery at the thought of it. Making it hard for me to concentrate on what he was saying or the food in front of me.

"Delilah?"

I dropped the fork as pain shattered through my mind.

"Don't you like it?" He asks.

"N-no I just.. Can I ask you something?"

Jack nods. "Of course baby."

Now was my chance, probably my only chance to change the way our love life is, to steer it in another direction, to give me what I need.

"Can we do oral?"

Jack pauses "Why? You know I don't like doing that. Which is why I never ask you to perform it on me.."

"I know." She answer quietly, hoping I can sway him. "It's just. Actually forget about it. I'm just all hot and bothered. I don't know why I even asked."

I laugh it off and begin to eat my tea again until he returns back to his. I struggle to swallow the food in my mouth which has grown three times its size.

Nothing was going would change. But I knew one man who would do it, who would give me what I needed and more.

And that image didn't leave my mind all night...

The End.

Joking! Okay it's the end of the one shots! Each crafted into the story! Now I can turn up the heat!! Be prepared, it's gonna be a hot few!