A One Night Stand With My Boss

When Logan stepped out of the restroom, the first thing he saw was Connor waiting for him. The dim lighting of the private room didn't allow him to clearly see Connor's expression, but he could feel an overwhelming sense of pressure

Puzzled, he asked, “Connor, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to meet Camila?”

Without a word, Connor charged forward and landed a fierce punch on Logan’s face.

Caught off guard, Logan stumbled backward and fell heavily to the floor. "Damn it! Are you crazy?" he exclaimed, clutching his face. The room fell silent, everyone was stunned by Connor's actions, yet no one dared to intervene.

Standing his ground, Connor breathed heavily, his chest heaving with emotion. He glared coldly at Logan, who was now lying on the ground, his voice icy with anger, "What the hell was that crappy necklace you picked out for me!"

Struggling to his feet, Logan, still holding his aching cheek, stared at Connor bewilderedly. "What do you mean?" "Camila has been cold to me lately, all because of that lousy necklace you chose! Do you know that?" Connor fumed. "What?" Logan was even more confused

Trying to control his temper, Conner pulled him aside and explained the whole situation about the necklace.

Logan’s mouth fell open in surprise, his eyes blinked several times in quick succession.

"It could have been smooth sailing with Camila if it weren't for you!" Connor growled, grabbing Logan by the collar. Logan gave an awkward smile and said guiltily, "My fault, my fault, it’s all on me. I deserved that punch."

He pulled Connor's hands off his collar. "I'll cover the cost of your wedding rings. I'm sorry,” Logan said, patting him on the shoulder with a gentle sigh.

Connor gave him a glare and walked away. As he left, everyone crowded around Logan, tense.

"What happened between you two? A fallout?" someone whispered.

‘Not really,“Logan rubbed his cheek, still feeling the punch. He knew Connof just needed to vent. Over twenty years of brotherhood, couldn't be. broken j ust like that. Coritent

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"No more drinks for me tonight. I need some comfort.” he said, waving his hand dismissively.

Logan returned to the house he shared with Erica. As he opened the door, he was greeted by the strong aroma of onions. Seeing two of his favorite onions on the floor, his mood slightly lifted.

"Erica, did you buy these for me?”

Erica sat on the sofa, arms crossed, and let out a cold laugh, "Yeah, pick one." Logan chase the smaller one, but asNôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

he picked it up, the sharp smell S pricked him. "You have no idea how rough my day has been.”

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"I know,” Erica said coldly, her gaze fixed on him. “That's why I got you onions.”

"You're the-best to me. Look at my face, Conor did this," Logan said, moving closer to show Erica the” bruise on his face, looking utterly pitiful . *

"Take the onion you chose," Erica glanced up at him, "and cut it up.”

Logan stared at her, frozen. unsure if he heard her correctly. "What?"