I'm 100% sure you've all read worse stuff than this... But mature content warning.
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CAST

AARON BURR - COOPER WRIGHT

ALEXANDER HAMILTON - ALFRED JONES

ANGELICA CHURCH - DREAMZ READER (MENTIONED)

ELIZABETH HAMILTON - SHELBY JONES (MENTIONED)

MARIA REYNOLDS - SAMARA JAMES

JAMES REYNOLDS - ALLEN JAMES

Cooper Wright walks down the streets of a bleak looking New York, his hands behind his back. "There's nothing like summer in the city." He states, trudging forward. "Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty. There's trouble in the air, you can smell it. And Alfred's by himself... I'll let him tell it."

The scene changes to Alfred Jones's house, where he sits alone. The house is empty, his entire family being away upstate at the moment. He looks miserable and exhausted as he continues to write relentlessly on a piece of parchment. "I hadn't slept in a week. I was weak, I was awake. You've never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break. Longing for Dreamz, missing my wife..." A knock on the door sounds, before it opens and a very distraught woman steps in. She's very beautiful, but on the verge of tears. Alfred stands up. "That's when Miss Samara James walked into my life. She said:"

The girl rubbed her wrist anxiously. "I know you are a man of honor. I'm so sorry to bother you at home. But I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone..."

"She said:"

Tears were now rolling down Samara's cheeks. "My husband's doin' me wrong. Beatin' me, cheatin' me, mistreatin' me," She cries, grimacing at every word, "Suddenly, he's up and gone. I don't have the means to go on..."

Alfred steps forward and takes her hand, "So I offered her a loan, I offered to walk her home. She said:"

She smiles gratefully, looking up at him, "You're too kind, sir."

They make their down the street, Alfred continuing to explain the scenario, "I gave her thirty bucks that I had socked away. She lived a block away, she said,"

Samara paused, pointing to one of the houses, "This one's mine, sir."

"Then I said, "Well, I should head back home."" Samara face flushes as they enter, and she bites her lip. Suddenly, she seizes Alfred's hand and drags him to the bedroom. She lays down, spreading her legs and grabbing the collar of his shirt, her face pleading. His face is horrified. "She turned red, she led me to her bed, let her legs spread and said:"

"Stay?" She begged.

Alfred tried to back up. "Hey..."

She follows his movement, sitting up slightly, "Hey..."

Alfred's eyes were wide and he looks at Samara with wariness. "That's when I began to pray: Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don't know how to no to this. But my God, she looks so helpless... And her body's saying "Hell yes"."

"Whoa, woah..." Samara sang, laying her hands on Alfred's chest.

He stiffened, "No, show me how to say no to this. I don't know how to say no to this. In my mind, I'm tryin' to go..."

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Then her mouth is on mine, and I don't say..." Samara lurches forward, her mouth locking with Alfred's. He instantly relaxes and runs his hands through her hair. The girl pulls them onto the bed.

"No! No! Say no to this! No! No! Say no to this! No! No! Say no to this! No! No! Say no to this!"

The scene changes to Alfred sitting at his desk again, going through the letters from his mail. "I wish I could say that was the last time. I said that last time. It became a pastime. A month into this endeavor I received a letter from a Mr. Allen James," he opens it, "even better it said:"

"Dear sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me, down on their luck. You see, that was my wife who you decided to-"

"Fuuuu-" Alfred's open fell open as he read the words, realizing what was happening.

"Uh-oh! You made the wrong sucker a cuckold. So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled.

And hey, you can keep seein' my whore wife if the price is right. If not, I'm telling your wife."

Alfred shot up, shoved the letter in his drawer, and sprinted all the way to the James' house. "I hid the letter and I raced to her place," he practically busted the door down, causing Samara to scream, stumbling and falling in surprise. He marched up to her, his eyes dangerous, and he grabbed her wrist and bent down so they were eye-to-eye. "Screamed, "How could you?!" in her face. She said:"

"No, sir!" She shouted, tears already falling down her cheeks.

"Half dressed, apologetic. A mess, she looked pathetic, she cried:"

"Please don't go, sir!"

Alfred's lip curled, "So was your whole story a setup?"

She shook her head frantically, "I don't know about any letter!"

He threw her wrist out of his hand, "Stop crying goddamnit, get up!"

She stumbled forward, her face streaked with wet makeup. "I didn't know any better!" She cried desperately.

Alfred runs his hands through his hair, tears welling up in his eyes as well, "I am ruined."

Samara managed to find her feet, grabbing his arm, "Please don't leave me with him,"

"I'm helpless..." They sang at the same time.

Alfred turned away from her. "How could I do this?"

Samara took another step forward, "Just give him what he wants and you can have me!"

Alfred shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. "I don't want you."

"Whatever you want," she held him from behind.

"I don't want you."

"If you pay,"

"I don't..."

"you can stay!" She sang, and walked in front of him, leaning up against his chest and reaching her arm back, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Lord, show me how to say no to this! I don't know how to say no to this! Cause the situation's helpless, and her body's screaming "Hell yes!""

"Whoa, whoa!"

"No! Show me how to say no to this. How can I say no to this? There is nowhere I can go. When her body's on mine, I do not say..." He leans forward and kisses her.

"No!"

"Yes!

"Say no to this!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Say no to this! No!"

"Yes!"

Alfred stands up out of Samara's bed, shaking his head at himself as he pulls on his clothes. "Say no to this... I don't say no to this. There is no where I can go..."

"Go go go..."

A man, who can only be Allen James, steps into the room, smirking as he leans up against the wall. "So?"

Alfred looks back at a sleeping Samara, and sighs, walking forward and shaking hands with James. "Nobody needs to know..."