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.

his voice slightly

tenderly, "It's okay. Are you feeling

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

him as they

leaned heavily on the sink.

looked at her, his eyes still hazy. He blinked

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

him. "Are you hungry?"

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 and

kitchen. She pulled out the ingredients she had prepared for pasta from the fridge.

wafted over, and Connor couldn't help but slightly open his eyes. He saw Camila approaching with a

your pasta is ready," Camila said

moved towards the dining table. Camila smiled, "Mr.

slowly picked up a fork, twirled some pasta, and took a bite. This was definitely the best thing he had