A One Night Stand With My Boss

“I have surveillance here! I’ve called the police! They’ll be here any minute!” Her voice trembled, her heartbeat thundering like a storm, eyes wide with fear and helplessness.

Clearly, her words didn’t deter that person. He pushed the door forcefully, and the disparity in strength made it impossible for her to resist the door’s impact. She s t a g g e

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e d backward.

The door burst open, and a familiar figure stood before her. It was Tucker, her ex-boyfriend.

Camila, suppressing the panic rising within her, turned on the light and scolded, “What are you doing here? We’re over!”

Tucker slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Camila took a few steps back, her gaze swiftly scanning the room for anything she could use to defend herself,

Thud! Tucker knelt on the ground, a repentant look on his face, slapping himself repeatedly. “Camila, I’m sorry. I’m such an a s s h o l e. I shouldn’t have cheated. Please don’t break up with me!”

“Get out of my house!” Camila pointed towards the door, teeth clenched.

“Camila, I love you, I really do. I can’t live without you.” His face bore a humble smile, but to Camila, it seemed utterly insincere and despicable.

“I don’t love you” Camila said coldly. “The police will be here soon. Please leave immediately.

Tucker stared at her intensely, his eyes suddenly fierce as he stood up and grabbed Camila. He held her tightly.

Camila felt an overwhelming mix of fear and anger, her body tensing up as she pushed him away, screaming, “Let go of me!”

Tucker, seemingly out of his mind, forcefully tore open her blouse. With a snap, buttons sc

a t t r e d across the floor. Her white bra was exposed, her skin stark against Tucker’s bloodshot eyes, his expression turning grotesque

Anger surged through Camila. Without hesitation, she grabbed a vase and threw it with all he r might at his head. The crisp sound of the vase breaking echoed through the house, shards flying.

Tucker felt a sévere pain at the back of his head. His head reeled, and he let go, Camila seized the moment to run for the door.

“B i t c h!”

Before she could open the door, Tucker grabbed her hair and yanked her back. Camila, in her high heels, lost her balance and was pulled back forcefully. “My beautiful girlfriend, tonight I’ll show you what pleasure is!”

Camila’s head buzzed, “Help…!”

“Shh!” Tucker forcefully covered her mouth. “Save your energy for screaming in bed!”

Camila struggled desperately, and dug her sharp heels into his foot.

Tucker cried out in pain, flinging her onto the couch, still covering her mouth. He sneered as he lifted her chin.

“You don’t seem to understand your situation. Just behave.

Camila fought back fiercely, punching and kicking, but his adrenaline surged, making him impervious to pain, his leering gaze fixed on her.

A wave of inexplicable fear rose in Camila’s heart. She knew she had to save herself. Pretending to comply, she stopped struggling and lay motionless on the couch, tears rolling down from the comers of her eyes.

Tucker caressed her face, “That’s better. Пl be gentle.”

Seizing the moment he let down his guard, Camila kicked hard at his groin.

“Ah!” Tucker’s face contorted in pain. He slid off the couch, curling up and wailing.

Camila quickly y removed her high heels, threw them at his head, and ran barefoot outside.