The Scoundrel: My Friend's Son

“What are you doing here?”
“I’m taking a bath,” I answer, startled.
“In my parents’ bathhouse?” he asks with a smirk.
A thick eyebrow lifts questioningly.
“Oh, my God—are you Arisha’s son?” I say, horrified, staring at the big guy.
“I’m your mom’s friend. Christina. We work together. You understand? You can’t—”
“I can and I will,” the bastard declares firmly—someone I can’t run from anymore.

Me and my girlfriends planned to spend the weekend at one of our houses outside the city. I went earlier and ran into her son with his friends. I really resisted, but what he did to me left me no choice. And now I don’t know how to look my friend in the eye…