Honey frowned. Riley should be at work. Unless he'd taken the rest of the day off to nurse his hangover from last night's whiskey binge. She opened the app, her stomach knotting with tension.
The live feed from her kitchen camera filled the screen. For a moment, her brain couldn't process what she was seeing. Then horrified understanding dawned.
Riley was there, but he wasn't alone. He and Brittany were in their kitchen. He had her bent over the marble counter, her skirt bunched around her waist, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. God, it hadn't taken him long.
"You've got to be kidding me," Honey whispered, her fingers trembling as she quickly pressed the record button. The camera captured everything in crisp, high-definition detail. Riley's face contorted i
