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**Valerie** It was lunch break already and the office was empty, except for me and Tessa. Just then, my phone buzzed. “Hey Valerie, how are you doing?” Lucas's voice rang through the receiver. “I'm good, how are you?” I replied, gritting my teeth to suppress the smile forming on my lips. “It's your lunch break, maybe we should have lunch together?” “Uh, I'm already eating with a colleague,” I replied. “Okay then, I'd wanted us to meet and talk?” “Talk?” I echoed, my cheeks turning red as my lips curled into a cheesy. The past few weeks have been crazy, the last thing Lucas asked for us to meet in my house, I was pinned against my kitchen counter and fucked shitless. And the same thing happened the last four times before that. Not that I was complaining though… I subconsciously bit my bottom lip as my mind wandered. It was clear that there was a strong physical attraction between Lucas and me that we couldn't ignore. Anytime we saw each other, there was this strong urge t

**Third person**“Maybe you should tell Miss Thorne how you feel about her,” Calvin suggested, causing Lucas to glare at him. “And how do I feel about her?” Lucas raised a brow.“Considering you booked a weekend getaway for both of you and then lied that it was your mother,” Calvin paused before he continued, “it means that you love and care about her.”Lucas folded his arms around his chest and defended himself. “It's not that deep... I just wanted her to take a break from work.” “But why tell her that it's your mother?” Calvin asked, a playful glint in his eyes. “You know, she might appreciate your thoughtfulness if she knows that this was all your doing,” he suggested.“Then she might not come,” Lucas sighed, his hands falling back to his sides. "I don't want her to think that I have ulterior motives.”Calvin's brows raised, and he smirked. “But don't you?” he teased.Lucas furrowed his eyebrows and squinted his eyes, feigning anger. “You should leave,” he scolded playfully, and

**Lucas**The night was a blur of laughter, drinks, and more...After the dance floor, I couldn't wait to get home. I couldn't wait to hold Valerie in bed. I couldn't wait to kiss her and hear her moan my name while I fucked her hard.She gets me aroused in ways I can't explain. After walking her to the exit, I hurried back to take a leak.As soon as I was done, I stepped out, and that's when I saw them - A couple stood by a nearby wall, their bodies pressed together. The woman's face was obscured by the man's, but I could see the way he held her, his hands gripping her neck with a force that sent a chill down my spine.***Twenty years ago***From my room, I could hear the sounds. Banging sounds… Sounds of the wall being hit... or the door perhaps.I dropped the G.I. Joe that I was playing with and headed to the living room where my parents were playing, I guess.My heart pounded in my chest when I saw my mother pinned against the wall, tears streaming down her face as my father kiss

**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

**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