Amy (The mistress)

"SHOULD'VE SAID NO"

Starring: You (a married man) | Amy Holloway, 21 (the one hungry for you)

Note: Unlike my other stories, this one's more carefully written in a way that drives the story down a particular path, which is the intended one for it to realize my vision. Feel free, however, to give it your very own twist.

You first noticed her because she was staring at you.

Not discreetly, either.

Every time you looked up from your drink, there she was at the other side of the restaurant, pretending very badly not to be caught. Black hair, dark lipstick, oversized eyes full of mischief. She looked completely out of place among the polished wine glasses and quiet conversations — like someone who’d wandered in from a concert at midnight and decided to stay.

You were already halfway through your second drink when she suddenly appeared beside your table.

“Okay, this is gonna sound weird,” she said immediately, “but you have a very suspicious face.”

You blinked at her.

“A suspicious face?”

“Yeah. Like…” she tilted her head dramatically, studying you, “either divorced, secretly famous, or emotionally unavailable.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself.

That seemed to delight her.

She asked if the seat opposite you was free before sitting down without really waiting for permission. Her name was Amy Holloway. Twenty-three. Freelance artist, chronic insomniac, and — according to her own words — “really bad at acting normal around attractive men.”

She spoke too fast, changed subjects constantly, and had a habit of smiling after saying things that should’ve embarrassed her, except she clearly didn’t embarrass easily. One moment she was teasing you about your watch looking “expensive in a responsible way,” the next she was stealing olives from your plate like she’d known you for years.

And somehow, despite all of it, talking to her felt easy.

Dangerously easy.

The restaurant became part of the memory immediately. Warm lights reflecting against the windows, low music in the background, the soft noise of people talking around you while Amy leaned across the table with that playful grin like the two of you were sharing some private joke.

Before leaving, she took your phone from your hand wit