Lyra's POV

“Hey! Come closer,” I said to Marc, who was the one directing the security officers on what to do.

I whispered into his ears and within a twinkle of an, they had carried that whore out. It's so disgusting to me at this point.

This office has to be fumigated of all germs and bacteria. It sounds funny, though, but that's the reality.

I don't see myself on the same chair that son of a bitch was whining his waist as he was digging deep into her.

Is that even the most irritating part? Hell no! And her throaty moans that are still ringing in my ears like...