**Third person** Adam pulled his dick out, remnant of his cum dripping. He shoved it into his pants and zipped up, his eyes shifting to his wife. “Karen, I'm sorry,” he murmured, his voice lacking the remorse of a man who'd just been caught fucking his wife's friend in his office. Karen didn't say a word and instead, her gaze shifted to Layla who was now fully covered, her face beaming with an innocent expression like she hadn't been bent over that desk just a few minutes ago. “It's not what you think,” Layla began, even when she had literally been caught in the act. “I just…” Before she could complete her statement, a sharp slap echoed through the office as Karen's palm connected with her cheek, the force of it enough to make her head snap back. And without giving Layla a chance to react, two more equally forceful slaps followed, leaving a stinging mark on her cheek. “You're a fucking whore,” Karen spat, her voice filled with contempt. “I should have known.” Layla clutched her
**Third person**Once Layla got home, she allowed her tears to flow freely while she took off her clothes. The confrontation with Karen had pushed her to her breaking point. How naive of her to think that things would be different with Adam if they had sex.Slumping on the bed, she allowed her mind to reel with the events of the day.Just then, her phone rang. It was the handwriting analyst.“Good day, ma'am. The result is ready; you could come over and…”Layla's eyes sparkled, and she wiped her tears off immediately. “Just tell me the results,” she sniffed, cutting him off.”“The handwritings are a hundred percent match,” he revealed.Layla’s jaw dropped. She stood up and paced to the door. “That's not possible,” she countered. “There's no way it's a hundred percent match.”“I don't know why you think so, but I'm certain that both samples were written by the same person,” he stated calmly. “Mr. Simon, you're renowned for your expertise. Please don't make me begin to second-guess you
**Valerie**It was lunch break already. My meeting with Layla last night kept on replaying in my head, even as I sat at the cafeteria downstairs.My gaze and Layla's locked as I reluctantly took my seat. She smiled and then settled down too.“Why are you in hiding though? You can tell me, we're friends after all.” Layla's smile was too wide, her eyes too knowing.I shifted uncomfortably, the silence stretching between us. "It's personal,” I mumbled.“Hmm, okay, fine,” she raised her hands dismissively. “Whatever the reason is, that's your business; I won't pry.”“So what do you want?” I sighed out.“Don't worry, it's nothing too hard for you,” she answered with a sly smile.“Okay…?” I raised a questioning brow, waiting for her to continue.“Well, just five million dollars." Her voice was almost a whisper.My jaw dropped. “Five what??!” “Relax. I mean, it's nothing for someone like you, right?” “Someone like me, or someone like Ashley?” She shrugged but didn't say a word. "Listen, La
**Valerie**“Is that the ‘thank you’ I get?” Layla asked back in a calm tone. “I just helped you solve an issue that seemed too big for you.”“What's wrong with you??” I snapped. “That wasn't the deal we had.”“Oh, yeah, it wasn't." She chuckled lightly. “This one is way better. I told him the amount was five million, and he gave me an extra five to not bother you again.”“What?” I blurted, shocked. “I must say, you've really landed a jackpot with this one,” she praised.I lowered the phone from my ear; my lips still parted in shock. And then I hung up, not wanting to hear anymore from her.“Is everything okay?” Matt asked me as soon as I dropped the phone. “Lucas paid Layla the money,” I blurted out. His eyes widened. “A million dollars?”“Apparently he paid her ten,” I sighed, standing up. “Rich prick,” Matt scoffed, his voice barely audible. “How rich is he anyway?”“Filthy rich!” The words echoed in my mind.We both knew the answer to that question, but neither of us said a wo
**Valerie**The pizza box dropped to the ground as he lifted me, placing his hands under my butt and hooking my legs together behind his back.Shifting my singlet to expose my breasts, his mouth took my nipple. I gasped as he began sucking and biting one nipple after the other before his lips found his mine again and began devouring them.He broke the kiss briefly. “Where's your bedroom?” He breathed. “The door by the left.” I pointed to my room door.He turned the knob and then kicked it open, our lips and tongue still locked in a passionate kiss.Once inside, he tossed me on the bed, his dark eyes burning with desire. And then yanked his clothes off quickly, his hard length coming to view. I pulled off my clothes too. And in an instant, he was kneeling before me, his head aiming for between my legs, but my hand stopped his head. “I want to taste you first,” I suggested.He smirked and then stood straight. Goodness, he was so beautiful... so thick and so long.My tongue swirled on
**Third person**When Valerie's eyes opened, she noticed Lucas was missing from the bed. She rose to her feet, but her legs immediately buckled, reminding her of the passionate night they had just shared.Biting her lip for a few minutes, her mind replayed the events of the previous night, and she hugged herself tightly.After a quick shower, she stepped out of her room and was instantly enveloped by the savory aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Her stomach growled in anticipation as she descended the stairs.Lucas stood in the kitchen, his broad shoulders and chiseled physique straining against the apron that seemed to be struggling to contain him. His piercing blue gaze locked onto hers, sparkling with mischief and warmth. "Good morning," he greered, his deep voice tinged with a playful tone. "Slept well?"Valerie's cheeks flushed as she took in the spread before her: fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and freshly squeezed orange juice. "You didn't have
**Third person**Layla's fingers danced across her phone's screen, typing out a message to her private lab contact. She attached a photo of the package containing Valerie's saliva and Karen's hair."Rush order. Compare these DNA samples and confirm match." She hesitated, then added, "Discreetly."The response came swiftly: "Understood. You'll get the results within 24 hours.""Great! I'll swing by in an hour and drop them off.”At Harrisons Enterprises, Valerie sat at her desk, her gaze fixed on the computer screen. "You’ve been smiling all day," Tessa pointed out with observing eyes.Valerie gasped at Tessa's words, her eyes widening defensively. “Me?” "Yes, you,” Tess replied, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Something good happened last night?""How does Tessa know something happened last night with Lucas? Was it that obvious?" She thought."And smiling has nothing to do with Lucas, of course. Wait, I wasn't even smiling to begin with," she reassured herself internally.Then her
**Third person**“Today is the day you die,” Adam growled, his voice laced with venom as he walked towards his pregnant wife, Ashley.Ashley, whose back was facing him, turned to look at him. “Oh Adam, it's you.” She gave him a casual smile, clearly ignorant of what Adam had planned for the night. Then she shut her eyes briefly and took a relaxing breath, allowing the cold night breeze to brush her skin for a few seconds before opening them back.“The view here is wonderful, isn't it?” She pointed out. “It's really scary how the ocean can be so dark.” Today was her twenty-fifth birthday, and she'd decided to celebrate it on her luxurious ship with friends. The lighting on this side of the ship was dim, and so she missed the icy glare on Adam's face.Adam took a step towards her, a smirk plastered across his face. “I'm really glad you like the view, it would have been a shame if you didn't. Especially since this is the last view you'll ever enjoy.”“Oh, don't say that. We'll defini