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

"It's okay. Are you feeling

to his

as they

he leaned heavily on the sink.

Connor looked at her, his eyes still hazy. He blinked slowly and

closing the door behind her. From outside, she called, "Be careful." After a while, Connor steadied himself on the doorframe as he

assisted him. "Are you hungry?" she

Connor suddenly felt his hunger. Everything he had 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

got busy in the kitchen. She pulled out the ingredients she had prepared for pasta from

quickly cooked a plate of pasta and brought it to the table. The aroma wafted over, and Connor couldn't help but slightly open his eyes. He saw Camila approaching with a plate of pasta, her face wearing a

is ready,"

the dining table. Camila

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