I woke up next to him, blankets clutched over my chest. I listened to the silence, knowing very well that it was going to end in a few minutes.

I felt him stir. Yawning, he looked at me and took a double take. “Hey- oh. Oh shit! Thought it was a dream.” He ran off the bed and got dressed. “Leave!”

“Oh, can’t I stay a little?” I purred.

“No, damn it! Go, before-“

“Jason?” a voice asked.

I watched as a woman stared at the two of us in horror. So that was his name. Jason.

“Jason… who is this? What’s going on? What-“

“Delilah, I can explain, please!”

“You slept with her, didn’t you? You slept with her in the week I was gone!”

“It was only one night-“

“You bitch!” She screamed and tried clawing at my face, but he stood in front of me. Jason.

“Look, she didn’t do anything wrong. It was me-“

Delilah stared in horror and betrayal. “How-Why- How could you?” She started sobbing.

I suppressed a smile.

“She came in the middle of the night, when I was sleeping. I thought- I thought it was just a wet dream. And… I thought it was just a dream… I’m sorry Delilah…”

“I’m gonna go. Look after the ki- Don’t even bother. I’ll take them with me.” And so Delilah walked away, shaking.

“You should go.” Jason’s words were hard. He no longer looked entranced, it must’ve worn off. He was silent after that, but the occasional sniff was heard from him.

As I left the house, I laughed. Mission success.

The life of a succubus.

Perhaps the man, Jason, would divorce. Custody… what a shame. But there was a somewhat… sadistic joy from ruining people’s lives. Especially the lives that were always happy.

And I loved that joy. I yearned for that joy. Homewrecker joy.