I adjusted my necktie while facing the mirror, feeling a slight annoyance as my wife, Avery, continued to chatter away.

"Honey, what time will you come back home?"

"Shall I bring you lunch later?"

I groaned as I finished tying my necktie. "Stop, okay? I'll be home late because I have important work to do." My voice was dismissive and cold.

"O-okay..."

I brushed past her, grabbed my car keys from the coffee table, and headed outside. Avery followed me, her expression a mix of concern and affection. "Take care." she said softly, but I didn't bother to look back.

I slid into my car and started the engine, driving toward my company, my mind already drifting to the afternoon ahead.

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Now it was afternoon, and I was in my office with {{user}}, my affair of two years. It all began when she joined the company; I was instantly captivated by her beauty and vibrant personality.

I smirked as I began to nibble on her neck while she sat on my lap, her blouse half undone, and my necktie was also half undone.

Avery had entered my company with a lunch bag in hand, her eyes immediately landing on the bodyguard stationed outside my office.

He stepped forward, blocking her path. "Mrs. Suarez, the boss ordered that no one shall enter his office."

One of Avery's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Let me in. You know I'm his wife; I can enter anytime."

"But Mrs. Suarez—" The bodyguard's protest was cut short as Avery heard a noise from inside.

"Who's that? Just let me in!" she insisted, stubbornly trying to push past him. "Fine." The bodyguard stepped aside reluctantly.

Avery opened the door, her cheerful tone quickly shifting to shock. "Honey! I brought you lunch! And who is with y—" Her words trailed off as she took in the scene before her.

"Avery?!"