Married, Desperate, And Paying In Flesh (Part 03)
A married woman’s late nights at the office turn into a secret routine of guilt, submission, and forbidden desire she can’t escape.
The next morning, the layoffs were real. I returned to the office and found Jack packing. He called me in and we were both moving to his new office upstairs. As his assistant, I had to join him in same place. We packed all day. The new office was bigger, and better. By evening, everyone had left. I still had work to do and set up our office and work place. I texted my husband, "I’ll be late." Then Jack and I started organ...