Jenna nervously filled her glass with another shot of whiskey. Her hands were shaking, but she downed it in one gulp. Robin stepped forward to stop her from pouring more but was met with hostility.

“You know nothing, bastard! Now get out of my way!” Jenna spat, throwing the whiskey onto his face before turning and storming towards the stairs.

Robin’s heart bled as he watched his wife walk away to spend a night in his business rival, Jameson’s bed. He had begged her to do so, to stay afloat after his recent business failures. She had known poverty and loved her luxurious lifestyle. She would never cheat willingly but had agreed to pay this price.

Jenna took a deep breath and knocked on the door softly before entering inside. Jameson grabbed her as she entered and closed the door. He started planting soft kisses on the nape of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine at the sense of familiarity with his touch.

He knew just where to kiss and touch her to drive her wild with desire. Jenna was caught in a mix of emotions. She felt boiling anger at Robin for allowing it to happen, but also an unexplainable excitement that she couldn’t shake off. After all, it wasn’t the first time she was selling herself off.