"What d'you mean affair?" I spat out in disbelief.

"Shout it louder why don't ya?" John motioned clumsily back to all the people behind us, having realized what he'd blurted in his drunken state.

"I'm so tired. " I scoffed disgusted. "You'd say I'm putting you on, but, John, it's no joke. It's doing me serious harm being here." I shook my head trying to express my feelings.

"This, thing, I can't seem to figure out what to do. It just, I can't." I shook my head beginning to back away from him.

"Oh Sadie, don't be like tha.'" he began.

"John, you've got to sort yourself out first." I said finally before turning to walk back to the bungalow to clear my head.

On my way I took my time to try and ease my mind and calm myself before I potentially saw Cynthia, or Jane.

It seemed I was the antagonist in their stories, and I found myself mulling over the simple fact of how much I'd played a part in helping Paul and John be unfaithful.

I suppose I wasn't the first, and certainly not the last however, which helped me sleep at night.

When I had made it to the bungalow I had walked in and tried to calm myself, taking a deep breath right before realizing Mal was sitting in the common area reading a book, having looked up to me when I had come in.

"Hello," my mood lightened with a giggle at the way his mouth was slightly agape as I had caught him staring.

He closed the book quickly, uncrossing his legs from the position they'd been in.

"Hello, Sadie." He grinned fixing his glasses nervously.

"What's got you looking so upset?" He spoke after a moment having realized the state I was in when I had entered the bungalow.

"Everything." I shook my head tiredly. He immediately motioning for me to go over and sit on the couch beside him, patting the cushion.

I felt comfortable enough around him to do so, knowing I owed so much of my recent accomplishments to him, though it had caused me some recent grief. He had always been nothing but kind, especially in keeping what he saw between John and I a secret though I'm sure it was to save John more than I.

"John and Paul, I mean," I began.

"I know. Neither one will stop talking about ye. I wouldn't be surprised if they repeated your name as a mantra during those meditations." Mal spoke rubbing his temple with his thumb as a cigarette was between his pointer and middle fingers.

I laughed slightly though it made me feel worse. Poor Cyn and Jane. They probably despised me.

"Well they better start focusing on their own wives." I spoke with a scoff, stealing the cigarette from Mall's hands realizing it wasn't a cigarette at all and taking a puff anyway to try and alleviate my anxiety over the situation.

Mal found this amusing as I handed it back to him, a small smirk visible on his lips.

"I mean well, could you really blame them?"  Mal said, looking over to me with a grin.

Oh no.

I let out a small laugh blushing out of embarrassment and nervousness, which in hindsight could've been seen as the reason Mal thought it was a sigh to make a move.

He began to lean in just at the same time the door opened to reveal Paul, causing me to snap back into reality away from Mal who had done the same.

I had been breathing heavily from the tenseness of thinking Mal was actually going to try and kiss me after I had just told him how bad the situation with Paul and John had been. I was angry that Mal was trying it, though in the moment my embarrassment got the better of me.

"I- erm, room," I spoke after a prolonged moment of awkward silence, standing up abruptly seeing Paul looking at me mortified.

I winced as I nearly ran off to my room, wanting nothing more than to bury myself under my covers.

Of course the mess seemed to pile up even more.

I was cursing under my breath out of frustration, I wasn't sure what Paul thought but I didn't really want to know. Maybe after this it was finally the time I'd have to go home.

I had gotten in to my room and had changed quickly into my pyjamas, though I didn't actually get to the part of getting into bed before Paul was standing in the doorframe after having abruptly opened the door.

"W-" I stared at him confused as to why he would want to talk come see me after what had just happened.

"I'm drunk." He shrugged before shutting the door behind him and luging toward me with lust in his eyes.

He placed an urgent yet sloppy kiss on my lips obviously not thinking about anything I had told him.

"What are you doing?" I pushed him off my gently furrowing my brow.

"Well, I don't want Mal to sweep you off your feet, though it didn't seem like he was doing a very good job of it." Paul laughed slightly with a smirk, his state causing him to slur together his words.

"You know you're going to regret this." I reminded him.

"I won't if you don't." Paul winked before once again initiating the kiss, running his hand through my hair and moving down toward my waist.

Despite the frustration it felt good to be in his arms as he pulled my waist to bring me closer to him. I don't know if it were the fact I found myself not nearly as sober as I would've liked to been but I found myself giving in easily. He knew I couldn't stop him.

He leaned forward slowly to lay me down on the bed, things starting to escalate quickly from that gesture on as he began to unbutton his shirt.

Our lips parted for a moment as he was leaning over me, a smirk on his lips.

"You're sure you want to?" He asked with slight nervousness underneath the obvious cockiness he had knowing I hadn't already turned him away. He seemed to have a moment of contemplation of the recent talks we'd had about this.

"Just come here McCartney." I rolled my eyes causing him to laugh, grabbing his collar in both fists and pulling his lips down onto mine. I didn't want to think anymore, I could barley articulate a thought as he was leaning over me.

What a mess I've made.
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The next morning I had woken up to the light pouring into the room from the window, realizing I was very much clinging onto Paul's side as if he were a body pillow.

I bit my lip and ran my hand down his chest, watching it rise and fall gently as he snored gently still sound asleep. His arm was around my back and when I looked up to see his face I smiled to myself realizing how peaceful he seemed.

There was the sound of a bird chirping and it took my out from my daze, realizing he hadn't gone back to his room after last night to wake up with Jane.

My head was pounding as I shot up horrified.  What would Jane think?  Were they awake? Did they know?

Paul woke up by my sudden movement, moaning and putting a pillow over his head irritatedly, his eyes still very much closed and consumed with sleepiness.

"Paul." I whispered, Paul immediately throwing the pillow away from his head to the wall and his eyes wide in horror after realizing whose bed he was in. He stared at me the same way I was looking at him, the two of us fully well knowing what had happened.

"What time is it?" Paul's voice sounded groggy though he had an evident amount of fear in his voice.

I rummaged through my bag beside the bed to get my watch.

"Eight am." I was slightly relieved because breakfast hadn't begun but it was a possibility they were awake.

"You've got to go." I I got up from the bed realizing I didn't have anything on and covering myself feeling Paul's stare, grabbing my robe from the chair.

"We'll come on then." I looked back to him seeing he had just shook himself back into reality and nodded, getting up to get dressed himself.

"How am I going to get out and explain it to Jane?" Paul said pulling up his pants anxiously.

"I dunno, maybe tell her you're a cheater." I whisper yelled at him angrily causing him to chuckle in amusement.

Voices became louder from outside the door and Paul and I stared at each other frozen. I walked toward the door to listen to who it was, motioning for Paul to come over and do the same.

"-and Paul never came back last night, I'll have to check Mike's bungalow, maybe he stayed up late writing there." Jane's voice was worried on the other side of the door.

"I saw Sadie talking to him yesterday, I'd watch out, I think she's keen on him." Cynthia sounded a bit disgusted as she spoke.

"She can try, but Paul would never actually go that low, she's a grade A slag. I don't know why Paul even bothered inviting her." Jane scoffed.

I took my ear off the door and looked to Paul who was as shocked to hear as me.

"Right, you better go to Mike's." I said motioning my head toward my window.

"Sadie," Paul began.

"She's right, now go." I pushed him toward the window, my teeth grinding together frustratedly.

If they wanted to see a slag, a slag they would get. Game on.