Lisa's P.O.V.
I pushed the door open, smiling as Chris was still buried deep inside Layla. Using my best acting skills, I gasped as if this was the first I was seeing this. I placed my hand over my hand, and looked as hurt as I could. Chris didn't stop, not even when he saw his father in the doorway.
"I'll be down when I'm done, Dad," Chris told him, thrusting into Layla harder.
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My eyes quickly locked with Daniel's, looking at him utterly dumbfounded. He looked at me guiltily as he pulled me out of the room, closing the door behind us.
"Aren't you going to do anything? He's f*****g the damn maid!" I yelled, utterly outraged.
"We all f**k our maids, that's what they're there for. Don't act so surprised, Lisa. If you didn't know this already,
