Look, I never meant for any of this to happen. It was supposed to be a perfect family vacation—my first big trip with my new girlfriend, Mia. We’d been dating for three months, and when she invited me to join her family at a fancy resort in Cabo, I thought, “This is it, man. This is where we take things to the next level.” Sun, sand, and quality time with Mia’s family to show I’m serious about her. What could go wrong?We arrived at the resort, a sprawling paradise of palm trees and infinity pools. Mia’s family was already there, but her mom was off on some spa day when we checked in. Mia and I spent the first day lounging by the beach, sipping margaritas, her hand in mine. That night, though, Mia wanted an early bedtime—she was jet-lagged. I wasn’t tired, so I wandered down to the hotel’s adults-only hot tub, figuring I’d soak and clear my head under the stars.That’s where I met her. She was lounging in the bubbling water, a silhouette against the neon glow of the resort lights. Dark hair, a confident smile, and a vibe that screamed she knew exactly what she wanted. We got to talking—small stuff at first, the weather, the resort. She said her name was Vanessa, and there was this spark, you know? One thing led to another—tequila shots from the pool bar, her leg brushing against mine under the water. Before I knew it, we were tangled up, right there in the hot tub. It was reckless, intense, and over faster than I’d like to admit. She slipped away with a wink, saying, “Maybe I’ll see you around.”The next morning, Mia dragged me to the resort’s brunch buffet to meet her mom. My stomach dropped when I saw her. Vanessa. Mia’s mom. She was sitting there, sipping a mimosa, looking every bit as smug as she had the night before. Our eyes locked, and I swear I saw her smirk for half a second before she played it cool. “Oh, you must be Mia’s boyfriend,” she said, extending a hand like we hadn’t just… you know. Mia didn’t notice a thing, thank God, but I was sweating bullets through the whole meal.That night, my phone buzzed. A Snapchat from an unknown username. I opened it, and there it was—a nude photo from Vanessa, captioned, “You didn’t tell me you were taken.” My heart raced, half from panic, half from something I’m not proud of. She kept sending them, each one bolder than the last, with messages like, “Mia’s asleep. Come find me.” I deleted them, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. And Mia. And how screwed up this all was.I’m torn. Part of me wants to come clean to Mia, but the other part… I can’t stop imagining what it’d be like to have them both, just for one night. Vanessa’s playing a dangerous game, and I’m weak enough to be tempted. I’m still at the resort, and I don’t know what’s gonna happen next.
