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

"It's okay. Are you feeling a

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

Camila supported him as they moved to the master

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

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

From outside, she called, "Be careful." After a

immediately assisted him. "Are you

"Rest on the sofa for a bit. I'll make you some

she had prepared for pasta from the fridge. She laid all

plate of pasta and brought it to the table. The aroma wafted over, and Connor couldn't help but slightly open his eyes.

your pasta is ready," Camila said

the

Connor looked at the 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