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, Connor pulled him aside and explained the whole situation about the necklace.

his eyes

could have been smooth sailing with Camila if it weren't for you!" Connor growled,

said guiltily, "My fault, my fault, it's all on me.

your wedding rings. I'm sorry," Logan said, patting

a glare and walked

he left, everyone crowded around

happened between you two? A

rubbed his cheek, still feeling

just needed to

twenty years of brother'

just like

tonight. I need some comfort," he said, waving his

opened the door,

onions on