Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 7

“Perfect in bed.”

Yvonne was still struggling to make sense of things when she heard those two words slip from his lips.

Her eyes flew wide in shock as she nervously glanced around the café.

Thankfully, there was no one else here—just the two of them.

Catching her startled expression, Marico pressed his lips together, hiding a soft chuckle.

“Mr. Hamilton, please have some self-respect.” Yvonne felt violated all over again. Clutching her purse, she stood up abruptly. “Last night was a mistake. What’s done is done—let’s not bring it up again. I’m leaving. Best of luck with your blind date, Mr. Hamilton.”

What Yvonne didn’t know was that, ever since they’d arrived, the café had been cleared out. No outsiders were allowed anywhere near.

Marico narrowed his dark eyes. This was the second time she’d rejected him—something he’d never experienced before.

His phone rang. Marico answered, only to hear that his grandmother had fainted from anger after being complained about by the woman he was supposed to meet. His face darkened, and he rose from his seat. “I’ll be right there.”

…

Yvonne stormed out of the café, so furious she didn’t even notice where her feet carried her.

It wasn’t even twenty minutes before her mother and stepfather started blowing up her phone—call after call, relentless as a hailstorm.

She knew she’d messed up the matchmaking, and they were sure to give her hell for it.

Without hesitating, she switched her phone off.

Rain began to fall without warning. Yvonne quickened her pace and ducked into a nearby bistro to escape the downpour.

She had a simple meal, lingering there until well past ten o’clock before finally heading home.

She stared at him, wide-eyed with disbelief. Three seconds later, she snapped out of it and hurled her purse at Robin’s face with all her strength.

“What gives you the right to hit me? My mom and dad never laid a hand on me—who do you think you are?”

“Hell, your dad’s been dead for years. I’m your father now. If it weren’t for me taking pity on you and your mother, I’d have never let a pair of freeloaders like you stay in my house.”

Robin had never seen Yvonne stand up to him like this and hesitated, fists clenched but unwilling to lose face in front of everyone. He kept hurling abuse her way.

“You’re not worthy of being a father,” Yvonne shot back, her voice icy as she stood tall in the doorway, staring him down.

She was trembling with anger, her eyes locked on Robin, a storm of hatred in her gaze.

Robin pretended to be held back by Gina, still cursing under his breath.

“Yvonne, that’s enough,” Gina said gently, though her words carried a hint of blame. “You were in the wrong this time. She’s angry, and things got out of hand, but you shouldn’t have provoked anyone to violence.”