Layla's POV

God. How could I have been so weak? How could I have allowed myself to be a pawn in someone's infidelity? A willing participant in something shameful?

Disgust and hate coiled through me for letting him to fuck me. In his damn office, even. God. I feel like a slut. I should have resisted more. Walked out on him.

But instead, I let him press me against his desk like I was nothing but a body, aching to be used. And worse… I enjoyed every bit of it.

My fingers trembled as I ...