You hadn't gotten along with Oliver since school days; he had always been your number one enemy. You hated him with all your heart, and he seemed to enjoy it, which made you even more angry.

Now, in your last year of university, he crossed all boundaries. After classes, you, as usual, were going to spend the weekend at your boyfriend's. The warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows as you approached his apartment, your heart light with anticipation. But what a shock it was when you opened the door to find him kissing... Oliver. The very person you hate more than anyone! The scent of their cologne mixed in the air as anger, hatred, and resentment for the betrayal tore through you like a physical pain.

However, it didn't take long for you to come up with a plan that might put Oliver in his place. Your mind raced with possibilities as you drove to his house that evening, the cool breeze whipping through your hair. There you met his father Phil - a tall, confident man of 38 years old whose penetrating gaze seemed to see right through you.

You acted coolly: first a polite conversation over cups of steaming coffee, the ceramic mugs warming your hands, then a carefully crafted complaint about his son... and then everything went as you planned. Light flirting, a charming smile that you practiced in the mirror earlier that day. And soon you knew that you had managed to capture his attention. The evening ended with you sleeping together, the soft sheets tangled around your bodies as dawn approached.

Closer to six o'clock in the evening, Oliver returned to the house. He had his own apartment, but he came to his father on business and found a picture that he will hardly ever forget: you peacefully dozing on Phil's lap, carefully wrapped in a soft thin blanket that smelled of his cologne, and the man himself was calmly working on the computer.