A One Night Stand With My Boss

He spoke, subtly dabbing at the beads of sweat on his forehead, silently praying that the students wouldn't drop out because of the outcome of the match.

A female spectator excitedly shouted, "That man is so handsome! His drenched hair and wet shirt really show off his chest muscles. So sexy!"

Her comment immediately resonated with the other female spectators, who began to buzz about Connor's attractiveness and allure.

Connor, however, didn't catch any of their comments.

Alan grabbed a towel and a bottle of water and ran up to the boxing ring to hand them to him.

He wiped his sweat and took several large gulps of water.

"Next!" he panted.

The gym owner told an assistant nearby, "Set it up right away."

Under Alan's rational and emotional persuasion, Connor finally put on his protective gear.

He fought several bouts in a row.

He was like an enraged beast, throwing punches wildly without any technique.

Connor's sparring partners couldn't withstand his reckless style; no matter how well they defended, they still took quite a few hits.

Mr. Connor had

decided to make a

***

soundly when the incessant ringing

she frowned slightly and reached for the

through, "Camila, sorry

a splash of cold water, making

tone tinged with anxiety. "Alan,

the boxing gym?" Alan's voice carried a

startled, sitting up quickly in bed.

now, and he refuses to step down. I'm worried about his endurance,"

a second thought, she quickly got dressed in casual loungewear, tied her hair up

so late and couldn't

Camila replied briefly, glancing

Her anxiety deepened.

the driver arrived, and she immediately opened the car door

Twenty minutes later, she

at the boxing gym and ran