**Third person**
Adam pulled his d**k out, remnants of his c*m 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 f*****g 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
