The other woman ..

He hasn't ..

Has he?

The young, very beautiful woman just managed to throw her married man off of her. He'd obviously had a heart attack or something. They were in a five star, top notch hotel, and if she called reception, her number would be up. Sleeping with the boss. But it wasn't like that.

She looked around the superb room, gathering up her underwear, stilettos and gown. Oh god. If only she had refused to meet him, she wouldn't be in this predicament.

Poor Sammy. He was such a gorgeous man, but his wife was cold as a cucumber. Wiry, he'd called her. They had made a pact to only live in the stolen moments, not to drag any other business into their love business

Stephanie had a voluptuous, inviting little body that Sammy could not resist, and when he held her close, she felt safe and warm. The fact that she looked how she did, was lost on her completely.

They had met when Steph's father passed away. She was totally bereft, and her vulnerability shone like a million diamonds.

Sammy set Sheph up in a penthouse flat. She loved being looked after, and it was easy to love the man. He was kind, devoted, attentive and the little, blue pills kept him within the just about able category.

Steph didn't mind the age difference at all, or the fact that she was like a bird in a gilded cage. As long as he wanted her, she felt needed and loved. The sexual side, she coped with. After all, it was a two way, but unspoken bargaining tool.

Stephanie called Sammy's lawyer partner.

'Harry. Sammy's dead', she whispered loudly, cupping her hand round her mouth incase anyone overheard. Silly little girl.

'What the fuck?! I told him to get rid of you, you fuckin' tramp. Stay where you are, do nothing, say nothing to no one. Dyu hear me. DO YOU HEAR ME!'

'I hear you. Please hurry. I'm scared.'

Steph sobbed quietly, slipping into a pathetic, childlike role, rather than the confident, sexual, vibrant woman Sammy had created. She had no idea how she would explain all this to the cops. Weren't they always called at a sudden death? Maybe they would think she was his secretary. Oh, Harry would sort it out. That must be him now, knocking at the hotel room's door ..