❝ like somebody said, 'don't you trust him, no' ❞

The trysts of Cage were never kept hidden. It was practically a part of the man's entire career, and no one could blame him. Enjoying himself to the fullest and breaking poor young girl's hearts. That was the life of Johnny Cage. Well, of course, aside from all the acting gigs and Hollywood fame.

So why is it when he approached you, that all the rumors and trouble that came with him seemed to fade away? Gone was the mischievous playboy and instead what lay in front of you was the most charming man ever created. Ah, what the hell. He was a fine piece of ass. As egotistical, self-absorbing, and conceited as he was. What woman could resist the appeal of a Cage? You let him walk right up to you.

"Hey, beautiful" is what he said.

You remembered playfully rolling your eyes, taking in his flirtatious banter and throwing it back at the same time. It seemed almost too easy for him to work his way into your heart. The sweet nothings he told you became something. And his hand on yours made you feel giddy inside. Warmth spread throughout your body while you were with him. A surging heat that raced down to your very core. He gently squeezed your hand. His eyes revealed a blithe attitude as they winked at you. He became a temptation, you realize, that you had to have. The drinks you consumed seeped into your bloodstream, motivating you to be more forward with your new eye candy. Maybe even return his subtle actions, if need be.

"Let me take you home," he whispered into your ear.

And with that the alarms went off, ringing in your head. Telling you that this man has done this countless times. Telling you that you'd be just another name on a list if you did this. Telling you it wasn't worth it. It was practically waving dozens of blood red flags right in front of your eyes. But, as he flashed a beautiful smile at you and held your hand within his own, you tapped the mental snooze button and let him whisk you away.

From the outside his house looked intimate and cozy. It has been built with tan stones and has red pine wooden decorations. Large, octagon windows let in plenty of light and have been added to the house in a fairly asymmetrical pattern.

"Huh, so this is your place? I expected a bit more from the great Mr. Cage" you joked. Lightly tapping his shoulder with your fingers as he fiddled with the keys.

He chuckled, inserting the correct key into the main lock and giving you a confident smirk at the same time. "Nah, this is just the place where I bring beautiful babes.

How many others have stood on this very doorstep? Am I just a number?

The thoughts went over your head like a river over stone. The inside of his home seemed to match the aesthetic of the outside.

You noticed the building was shaped like a squared S. The two extensions extend into a patio to each side.
The second floor was bigger than the first, which created a stylish overhang around half the house. That floor had a slightly different style than the floor below. However, your time to admire it further was cut short with a pair of lips on yours. At that moment, everything you knew seemed to float away on a lovely white cloud. All you could feel was his lips tracing your neck, and a pair of firm hands pushing you against the nearest wall. You quivered as they drew further down. Closer and closer to the spot you needed them most. The soft but determined touches, a small squeeze. A ball of fire settled in your stomach. The flames licking your insides and prompting soft sounds to escape your lips.

"Music to my ears," he smirked.

The alarms continued to tick, their tiny hands waving those red flags. But it went ignored as you felt his own hands taking hold of your hips, pushing you down onto one of the soft sofas. They traveled dangerously low at an excruciating speed. His long fingers reached to pull off what you were wearing. And everything that came after that became a blur of pleasure.

A night you'd never forget.

A moment you'd always regret.
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Years later you find yourself in your own small, modern apartment  slipping into a dress that leaves your shoulders uncovered, instead it's supported around the neck and flows down into a fancy plunging neckline. It's a snug fit which covers up your chest, but does so without making it look awkward or messy. Below the waist the dress widens and has a ruffle style from top to bottom. The dress reaches to well above the ankles and is the same length all around. You top it all off by wearing a simple, but stylish necklace and an opulent bracelet.

Just as you're about ready to leave and be out the door, you pause. Holding up the cream colored invitation decorated in gold and silver.

"I love you, I do. But I can't just leave this kid to live a life without a father."

"Some example you'll be! You piece of shit I loved you, loved you! Do you not understand what that means?"

"Look, I'm sorry! But she needs me more."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure the poor helpless commanding officer is just begging you to be at her side."

"I'm leaving you for the kid!"

"Fuck your kid. And fuck you too."

You clutch the paper in your hand, refusing to let bad memories get to you.  What happened, happened. It was a fling. Bad call on your part.

You took a deep breath and opened the door.