Lisa's eyes widened in horror when she heard the voices coming from his phone. She ran to snatch the phone from him, but Max's grip was too tight and she could not break free.
On the small screen of Max's phone, grainy footage flickered to life. It was her and Jamie. They were locked in a passionate, disheveled embrace.
Their clothes were a mess. her blouse was half-opened and his shirt was hanging off his shoulders. Her hand moved beneath the frame, and though the image was blurry, the motion was unmistakable. Even a foo knew what she was doing with him.
No one in the room made a sound but Nat had covered the distance in the room and was staring at the screen now. She looked shocked and disgusted.
Just as she looked away and wanted to confront Lisa, the couple were finally done with their love making. Lisa should feel relieved that it ended but she was only panicking further and lunged on Max one again.
