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When I met Kristen, she was a bad girl who came from a rich family.

She went to an Ivy League school while I attended community college.

She was destined to take over her dad's pharmaceutical business, and I was

destined to be a nurse.

She drove me fucking crazy.

She had me wrapped around her fingertips, and I'd do anything to make

Marry her?

Fine.

Work for her asshole dad?

Sure.

Go to the boring country club parties where all her friends compared notes on

who had the best stuff?

Okay, fuck it.

If it makes her happy.

I only want it to make her happy.

Can you tell me why you did it, Kristen?

So I made a mistake marrying Zach.

Not my fault.

I was just an 18 -year -old girl with a fake ID when I saw him looking at me.

He was a hot rebel without a cause in his black leather jacket, old blue

and dirty work boots.

I didn't know he was so docile, annoyingly agreeable, and nearly

we married.

The realization that I married a pussycat and not a tiger killed our sex

Sex became scheduled and an annoying obligation.

Did I cheat on him?

Yeah. I needed excitement in my life.

Trust me when I tell you I tried looking on the bright side to see him as he is.

A good man who would do anything for me.

The problem is, that kind of man just doesn't turn me on.

this time.

He denied it at first, too.

But when I showed him a copy of your email, he justified taking

you by telling me that everyone in the office has had a piece of you.

He's lying.

Did you delete the video?

Why?

Think I'm going to show anybody a video of my wife getting banged from behind?

You had no right going through my personal property.

I should be the one angry, not you.

Gina and Glenn are expecting us now.

Forget about that fucking party, Kristen.

I've suspected this for a long time.

And you told me that I was crazy.

Delusional. Tell me, how many men have you been with?

You know what? It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

Here's how things are going to go.

We're going to put this house up on the market.

We'll probably get what we paid in.

You can stay here until it's sold.

I'm going to go back to school, and I'm going to give you dad my two -week

notice.

I've already found an apartment near school.

I'll get an attorney.

You'll probably use your dad.

And they can exchange communication so we don't ever have to speak to each

again.

Okay.

I'll tell you the truth.

He...

I was going to the hotel to talk about work.

Daddy always rents out the conference room for meetings.

So that's naturally what I thought it was.

But it wasn't like that at all.

He told me to come up to his room.

He forced me inside.

And then he forced himself.

Thank you.

I might have sounded all gung -ho in the email, but... It's because I was afraid

of him.

I was afraid of what he might do to me if I didn't comply with him that night.

And all those subsequent nights.

He... He made me feel so dirty.

I feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

Thank you.

um

Thank you.

Answer it.

You better answer her or

she gets...

Tell her that you were in the shower.

You

don't

want her to come and ruin our fun, do you?

It's all so easy for you.

Well... The alternative would be her coming over to find out what you're up

which would only be fun if she were to be joining us.

Don't let her ruin our only night this week.

It's not like we can keep meeting at the hotel.

That paper trail is getting hard to explain.

What are we doing?

You know, I look across the cubicle and I see Zack and it's so fucked up.

I used to be so close.

He was my best friend.

Yeah.

He still considers you his best friend.

Really? Because I'm pretty sure he wouldn't if he knew I was fucking his

But you haven't been fucking me.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does the tree make

a sound?

If nobody knows about it, did it really happen?

I mean, if it makes you feel any better, you can gag me,

keep me from moaning in pleasure.

Yeah, because according to physics, a tree still makes a sound.

Look, if a man fucks with his best friend's wife, just because he doesn't

caught, he not only betrays his best friend, his wife, also his boss.

I thought you and your wife were separated.

Officially.

She's living at her sister's house and we're not legally separated yet, but...

I think I want to try and make it work.

I need a drink.

Last night I woke up at two in the morning and I looked in the mirror and I

didn't even recognize the person looking back at me.

Well, yeah, I mean, you've lost a lot of weight.

Twenty pounds in two months? It's insane.

Tall.

Skinny.

Handsome.

Former rock star in a business suit.

You make me watch just looking at you.

She thinks that we're fucking. You know that, right?

That's why she left.

When we would stay at the hotel, I would say I was sleeping at the office.

She'd drive by when my car wasn't parked there.

What'd you say?

I kept on lying, insisting that my car was there and that I was parked in the

garage, not the lot.

Well, then, perfect.

So why would she suspect that you're having an affair with me?

That stupid trick you pulled at the Christmas party.

I'm sorry. I had too many martinis and I lost myself.

Her sister thinks I'm the biggest slimeball.

You know, she refers to me as the mistake.

She sounds like a bitch.

I am a mistake.

She's suffering from postpartum depression.

Instead of supporting her, I betray her and my little girl.

Postpartum depression?

Five years after giving birth?

Really? Don't you think it's all an excuse so she can stay home and play

housewife for you?

I mean, don't get me wrong, Laura's a nice woman, but she is also the type of

woman that aspires to be a housewife and wants to stay at home and raise the

kids and drive them around to soccer practice in the afternoons.

I know how you feel.

You love Laura and I love Zach, but they're not the same people that we fell

love with and that we married.

Doesn't it feel like a bait and switch to marry someone and then they become a

nagging roommate?

I mean, where's the passion? The excitement?

Where's the love?

No. No, we're not looking for love.

We're just enjoying each other's company.

And, I mean, I'm looking for someone fun and spontaneous.

A bad boy with a good heart.

Someone like you.

And how are you doing since we've been hooking up?

Are you even still sleeping with him?

Do you tell him you love him?

Kiss him? Tuck him in?

Does he stay on his end of the bend?

Or do you pull him in?

Are you even fucking him?

This conversation is not only completely unsexy, it is completely out of line.

I mean, do you think that I don't have tremendous guilt for cheating on my

husband?

Because I do.

I mean, Aaron, he's not the same man that I married.

And it's the same for you and Laura.

I mean, before you and I hooked up, she was incessantly picking fights with you.

Didn't you tell me that our instincts drive our behavior?

Yeah, but I can control my instincts. I'm not an animal.

I'm capable of being faithful to my wife.

But you broke your promise to her.

And now you're feeling remorse.

But please, please don't feel like it's your fault for wanting to be with me.

I keep thinking that if I was there for her when she

needed it, that she would be there for me.

And all my selfish physical desires... Fuck.

It's shallow.

I feel shallow, and I hate myself for it.

It's not in me to be like this.

What? It's not in you to be like me?

No, that's not what I meant.

Well, so far you've basically called me a thoughtless animal who can't control

her urges.

You know how I feel about you, Kristen.

Look, if we would have met before you met Zach and I met my wife... We'd be

together.

We are similar animals.

But you would be a lot happier if you could look yourself in the mirror and

own it.

It's been fun.

about all of this, Kristen.

You won't have to look across the cubicle at Zach anymore.

Daddy's promoting you.

You get the old VP thought.

Wait!

Please.

Don't think I don't realize that you had a hand in this.

Maybe I have, but you worked for it.

You earned it, and you deserve it.

Congratulations.

Just try to look surprised when he announces it Monday morning.

Cheers.

Jesus Christ.

You're the alpha male.

That doesn't turn you on.

I... I'm not washing you out of me.

No.

And if he tries to fuck me, I'll just think I'm super wet for him.

You've got to leave him.

No.

Oh, God.

My daddy would kill me.

He told me to sign a prenup and...

so you're going to stay with a man you don't love because of money.

Don't think I'm so shallow, Aaron.

I mean, it's the right thing to stay with him.

Why are you trying to make me feel so guilty?

If anything, you should feel sorry for me.

I met a rebel with a golden heart, fell in love, and then he

turned soft and got lazy.

Good. You should do that. I mean, Laura's a nice girl.

This was the last time, Kristen.

I mean it.

Hmm.

Zach and I go way back.

I miss him.

I miss my wife, my kid.

I want my old life back.

Can't we just pretend like none of that ever happened?

And how would you propose we behave at work?

We're going to keep it professional.

If I got the promotion, that means technically I'm your supervisor.

You got the job because of me.

Daddy thinks Aaron should be a behind -the -scenes man.

He looks un -fucking -professional.

His words, not mine.

You're lying.

You're ungrateful.

I could have given that position to my husband.

You know what?

You can try to cut me out, but see how quick that lands you in cubicle life

again.

You have no heart.

No soul.

Stop.

You're turning me on.

I'll put in my two weeks notice.

This promotion is how you're going to win Laura back.

Zach told me about how you confided in him about how Laura thinks that you

make enough money to raise a family.

How will you find a professional position with your automotive technician

degree?

Laura doesn't care about money.

I'm not going to be enslaved by you.