My Boss is a... Werewolf?
Frowning, she grabbed one last, most important item: men's underwear.
She weighed the sizes for a moment, her face reddening slightly as she recalled her boss's bodily proportions, then chose the largest box.
Just as she turned toward the cashier, her steps halted. Her blood ran cold.
Standing only a few meters away from her, in the exact same men's clothing aisle, was Michael, her boyfriend, or more accurately, the bastard she had caught wrestling on the bed with another woman yesterday afternoon.
The man was not alone. His left arm was affectionately wrapped around the waist of his female coworker, Jessica, the blonde who always acted sweet.
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