**Chapter 1: Temptation in Walford**

Denise and Jack sat in their living room, the tension between them palpable. It had been a year since Jack's affair with Stacey, but Denise couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal. She had tried to move on, to forgive and forget, but the wounds still lingered. "Jack, I need to ask you something," Denise said, her voice hesitant. "What's that, Den?" Jack replied, his eyes cautious. "I want to know about you and Stacey," Denise said, her eyes searching his face. "What was it like? Was it better with her than with me?" Jack sighed, rubbing his temples. "Denise, we've been over this. I'm sorry it happened, but I'm trying to move on." "I'm not over it," Denise said, her voice rising. "I want to know every detail. What was the sex like? Was it rough? Was it...was it better?" Jack's expression turned defensive. "Denise, stop. You're not going to like what I have to say." "Tell me," Denise demanded. Jack took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with anger. "Fine. It was great, okay? The sex was amazing. Stacey...she was different. She liked it rough, she liked to be dominated. She was the way I liked, the way I wanted." Denise's face paled, her eyes welling up with tears. "What do you mean?" Jack's voice turned vulgar. "I mean, she loved it when I took control, when I was rough with her. She liked it when I fucked her hard and fast, when I made her scream. She was...she was my perfect match." Denise looked like she had been punched in the gut. "You're disgusting," she spat. Jack shrugged, his expression unrepentant. "I'm just telling the truth." The conversation ended with Denise storming out of the room, leaving Jack feeling frustrated and guilty. He knew he had hurt her, but he couldn't take back the words. He decided to confide in Stacey, to tell her about the argument. As he approached her in the Queen Vic, he couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction. "Hey, Stace," Jack said, sitting down next to her. Stacey smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, Jack. What's wrong?" Jack filled her in on the argument with Denise, and Stacey listened intently, her expression sympathetic. "I'm so sorry, Jack," Stacey said, her voice soft. "You're a great guy, and you deserve better than Denise." As she spoke, Stacey reached out and stroked Jack's thigh, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "You're still turned on by me, aren't you?" Stacey whispered, her eyes locked on his. Jack tried to resist her, but he couldn't deny the attraction. "Stacey, I...I don't think this is a good idea." Stacey's hand moved higher, her touch brushing against his crotch. "Oh, come on, Jack. I know you want me. You always did." Jack's thoughts were a jumble of desire and guilt. He knew he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be tempted by Stacey. But as he looked into her eyes, he knew he was in trouble. "I have to go," Jack said, standing up quickly. Stacey smiled, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "I'll talk to you soon, Jack 🍆." As Jack walked away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He knew Stacey wasn't going to give up, and he wasn't sure if he wanted her to. The next day, Jack saw Denise having a go at Stacey in the square. "You're a slag, Stacey!" Denise shouted. "You always were, always will be!" Stacey just laughed, her eyes teasing. "Oh, Denise, you're so uptight. You're still bothered about what Jack told you? 🍆" Jack approached them, trying to hide his reaction to Stacey's provocative outfit. "Hey, girls, let's not fight, okay?" Jack said, his voice calm. Stacey smiled, her eyes locked on his. "Hey, Jack. I was just discussing our...extracurricular activities with Denise here." Denise glared at her. "Shut up, Stacey." As Jack walked away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He knew Stacey was still tempting him, still pushing him to give in to his desires. And as he looked at her, he knew he was in trouble.