A One Night Stand With My Boss

After throwing up, Connor leaned against the sofa, his gaze blurry and his body reeking of alcohol.

Camila immediately unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to him. Connor took it and rinsed his mouth.

Gently patting his back, Camila asked in a soft voice, "Are you feeling okay?"

Connor's drunken eyes met Camila's gaze, he nodded slightly, his expression foggy yet oddly docile.

"Do you feel like throwing up again?" Camila asked gently.

Connor shook his head.

"Sit tight for a bit. I'll get you some hangover relief."

Camila helped him sit upright against the sofa, then took the trash can filled with vomit to the bathroom. She fetched the first aid kit, grabbed a hangover pill, and poured a glass of warm water.

"Take this." Camila placed the pill in his palm, and Connor popped it into his mouth followed by a sip of warm water.

murmured, his voice slightly

"It's okay. Are you feeling a bit better

closed his eyes, staggering to his feet. "I think

help you." Camila supported him as they

he leaned heavily on the sink.

his eyes still hazy. He blinked slowly and said. "I need to

quickly stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. From outside, she called, "Be careful." After a while, Connor steadied himself on the

immediately assisted him. "Are you hungry?" she

eaten at dinner had been thrown up, and his stomach was empty now. He nodded. "Rest on the sofa for a bit. I'll make you some

she had prepared for pasta from the fridge.

brought it to the table. The aroma wafted over, and Connor couldn't help but slightly

is ready,"

moved towards the dining

up a fork, twirled