Chapter 2: My Husband’s Boss Finger-Fucked Me Like a Cheap Whore

Mr. Kane’s private office is huge, luxurious, and intimidating — just like the man himself. The second the heavy door clicks shut behind us, the outside world disappears. It’s just me, my tear-streaked face, my too-tight red dress, and Jake’s powerful, dangerously attractive boss.

He turns to face me, concern etched on his strong features. “Sarah… tell me what happened.”

The kindness in his deep voice breaks the last fragile piece of my pride. Tears spill down my cheeks as I tell him everything — how I spent hours cooking, how I dressed up like a whore hoping to...