Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 74

Tiffany awoke in the luxury suite at Nocturne Nightclub.

She found herself sprawled on a vast bed with a thin blanket draped over her. She was still clutching the sleeve of Vincent's suit jacket, but Vincent himself was nowhere in sight. Her phone was next to her, still showing no signal.

Just as she slipped out of bed, the doorbell chimed.

A waiter stood outside. "Good morning, Ms. Llyod. Mr. Lewis had this sent up for you."

The tray held an elegant breakfast spread and a note in bold, precise handwriting.

It read, "I've gone back to the office. Enjoy the breakfast, and then go home and rest. You can have the day off and no deductions from your pay."

Tiffany then remembered to check the time it was already past nine. She wondered if the bed was just too comfortable, seeing as she'd slept in until so late! After a quick breakfast, she hurried back to the dorm.

While she was in the shower, her phone blared with alarms. It gave her the nagging sense of something important prickling at her memory.

When she finally checked her phone's screen, the realization finally hit her. It was William's birthday!

so sudden that she'd forgotten to delete the reminder. However, the date now seemed meaningless. It

jacket and canvas bag. She buried herself in the college library for the entire

the space and the focus on her books calmed her mind. By late

man-made lake. Willows swayed gently by the water, their leaves shimmering in the

of serenity hung in the air, drawing Tiffany

approaching, the area was nearly deserted. Tiffany climbed a gentle slope, planning to rest on a lakeside

freeze in place a man and woman were entangled on the grass,

shocked by the

and she'd been in one- herself. Still, the brazen display

awkwardness.

to intrude,

the man looked up,

lurched upon

did every encounter with

but Jenson's eyes pinned her to the spot like

the woman beneath him tapped his shoulder, looking displeased. "Jenson, what are

sultry whine, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like vines, pulling him

but Jenson's hand braced against the ground, keeping his eyes locked on Tiffany. Even with the woman clinging and playing with his body, his