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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium

The lure of physical attraction is a game to Jack, a self confessed womaniser, until he meets Annie.

Submitted: September 26, 2017

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Submitted: September 26, 2017




“Pleased to meet you,” Jack said. He let his arrogant blue eyes linger a little too long, and noticed with smug satisfaction the blush that coloured her face. “If I can help at all while you get to know the ropes, you know where I am.”

It was Annie’s first day as Marketing Manager at Logical Logistics.  “Thank you Jack. As part of my induction, I will be spending time with every member of the management team so I look forward to working with you.”

After they had left, Jack turned to Harry, his colleague. “Wow, she’s gorgeous. I’d induct her any day.”

“Jack, behave yourself, didn’t you notice her wedding ring. Anyway, she’s too old for you.”

“I like experienced women, I find them really sexy.”

“One of these days, you’re going to find yourself in big trouble. Grow up Jack, it’s about time you stopped all this womanising and settled down with that girl of yours.”

“Thanks for the advice, but I prefer to live in the moment and anyway, I’m not ready for the requisite little woman, two kids and a Labrador. I intend to grab every opportunity because, unlike you, I’ve still got plenty of life ahead of me.” 

“That’s all very well, but if I were you I’d think long and hard about your life-style or you’ll end up a pathetic, lonely, old man.”

During the working week, Jack stayed in an apartment near to the office, returning at week-ends to his family home and for the chance to spend some time with his regular girlfriend Chloe. At thirty two years old, he was handsome, clever and ambitious. He used his seductive blue eyes to lure every female who took his fancy, their reaction fuelling his already inflated ego… a pass-time he not only enjoyed, but which became an addiction. Like a predator he revelled in the chase, the seduction, the thrill of the catch.

Jack pursued Annie relentlessly. Despite her efforts and determination to keep their relationship professional, there was no doubt she found his attention flattering. She hadn’t had time for herself, her needs as a woman; Jack had awakened a dormant emotion, the tingle of sexual excitement. He made her laugh, lifted her spirits and God how she needed it.

Annie’s marriage had been rocked when her husband Nick had unexpectedly lost his job. With his self-esteem at a low ebb, he had sunk into a deep depression, seeking solace in alcohol. Although she tried her best to be supportive, she found the change in him hard to take. The more he drank, the more his chances of finding another job diminished, until he plummeted into the abyss of alcoholism, rapidly drinking his way through a substantial redundancy pay-out. Their regular heated arguments had also affected their two young girls who became withdrawn and tearful, but it was when his parents discovered him stealing cash from them to feed his habit that Annie knew the time had come for drastic action. Nick was persuaded to go into re-hab.

Although physically and mentally drained, Annie knew she had to raise her game to provide normality and stability for her girls, and that had involved getting a better paid job.


“What have you done to your hair, I like it.” Jack appraised her with appreciative eyes. “Why don’t you come for a drink after work?”

Annie pushed a stray silky, chestnut curl behind an ear. “Jack I’m really busy, just leave it, okay.”

 “I love it when you’re dominant.” He walked towards the door. “Think about it.”

A week later, while the girls were at her parents, she agreed to meet him after work and, in a moment of weakness, told him about her personal circumstances.

He reached for her hand. “And will you take him back if he kicks the booze?”

“I don’t know. Possibly.”

His blue eyes scanned her features. “You don’t realise how attractive and sexy you are. You’re driving me crazy, let’s grasp the opportunity before it’s too late.”

“Jack, I’m forty two years old, married and a mother of two young girls. I can’t do this its…, its…”

“Shh…” Their lips met, raw passion ignited.


Annie had been allowed only the occasional visit during Nick’s detox programme, though today, she saw glimpses of the man he used to be. Gone were the red, watery unseeing eyes, blotchy complexion, confused state of mind and total apathy. Today a renewed energy and interest radiated from him and his dark eyes shone with enthusiasm. She noticed he had taken care with his personal appearance, his thick dark hair newly washed and trimmed. He was dressed in jeans, minus the paunch that had spilled over the waist-band. A white t-shirt revealed the strong arms that had once embraced her. On a table was an open lap-top, books spread around it.

He opened his arms to her. As they embraced, she inhaled his familiar masculine aroma.

“Annie, I won’t let you down. I’m determined to get my life, our life, back on track. I miss you and our girls so much. “I’ve found myself again and I want to help other people in similar desperate circumstances to get their lives back too.”  


“You’ve been avoiding me?”

“Jack, you have to stop harassing me. You knew the score, Nick is coming home it’s where he belongs. He’s turned himself around.”

“But we could still see each other.”

“No, it’s over. Maybe now would be a good time to settle down with your girlfriend?”

“But… I’ve never met anyone like you. Annie, I love you.”

“Shh… we used each other, love didn’t come into it. I love my husband.”

“Since I met you, I haven’t been able to make love to my girlfriend because… she’s not you.”

Jack, I know you better than you know yourself. You only want me because you can’t have me. If I had been needy and clingy, expecting commitment, I would have been history long ago. This is about rejection, deal with it!



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