One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss
Her lips trembled as she took a shaky step forward.
“What… what’s going on?”
Chris stumbled to his feet, clutching his pants to his waist. “Hannah, I—I can explain,” he stammered, his voice breaking. “It’s not—”
“Explain?!” Hannah shrieked, her voice raw with pain.
She charged at him, slapping his face with all her strength. “Explain what? That you’re a disgusting, cheating bastard? That you were in bed with my mom?!”
Chris raised his hands defensively, his voice hitching. “It was a mistake! I swear, Hannah, it didn’t mean anything—”