TIFFANY’S POV
“Hey, where are you heading to?” The manager implored when I got out of his bed.
“I have to head home already,” I explained as I tied my hair in a loose bun.
“But we have to go for a second round,” He winked at me.
“Please don’t say that because everything that happened between us was a mistake,” I repeated.
“I don’t think begging me to f**k you was a mistake,” He urged throwing me a, remember what you said, look.
“Did I?” Because I clearly could not remember saying that.
“Yea you did. I tried to avoid that but you went ahead to strip for me,” Whatever he said made my heart stop pumping blood for a couple of seconds. What had I really become? Why am I letting this things happen to me?
“I am sorry about that. But I should really go home,” I announced.
“Should I drop y
