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

okay. Are

his eyes, staggering to his feet. "I think

help you." Camila supported him as they moved

face, he leaned heavily on the sink. Camila stood beside him, worry filling her

at her, his eyes still hazy. He blinked slowly and said. "I need to use the

behind her. From

assisted him. "Are you hungry?"

his stomach was empty now. He nodded. "Rest on the sofa for a bit. I'll make you some soup." Camila said gently. She helped Connor to the sofa

the ingredients she had prepared for pasta

quickly cooked a plate of pasta and brought it to the table. The aroma wafted over, and Connor couldn't help

your pasta is

slowly got up and moved towards the dining table. Camila smiled,

food in front of him, then back at Camila, suddenly moved. He slowly picked up a fork, twirled some pasta, and took a bite. This was definitely the best thing he had ever had in