A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila furrowed her brow slightly as her gaze fell onto the coffee table. It was cluttered with an ashtray filled like a miniature mountain and bottles of whiskey carelessly tipped over.

Her heart sank.

"Mr. Connor?" she called out softly, her voice barely a whisper, but received no response.

She glanced toward the door of the lounge.

Hesitating for a moment, she set the breakfast she had brought aside.

She pushed open the lounge door and found Connor lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his complexion pale, a look of exhaustion etched across his features.

Standing by the bedside, Camila felt a pang of sorrow seeing him like this.

She gently nudged Connor's shoulder. "Mr. Connor, it's time to wake up."

Connor didn't react, continuing to lie with his eyes shut.

"Mr. Connor," Camila called again.

Slowly, Connor opened his eyes, his gaze foggy as he stared at Camila.

heart skipped

smile. "Mr. Connor, David has prepared breakfast for you. Would you like to get up now, or do you wish to sleep a bit longer?

felt a flutter of panic under his intense gaze, unsure of what to

reached out and grasped Camila's

gasped, attempting to pull away, but Connor's grip was as tight as

Connor!" Her voice

a strong pull, Connor drew

she fell next to

raced, her mind swirling in

gather her thoughts, Connor rolled over, propping himself on either side

dimly lit, and in the shadows, Connor's expression was fierce and predatory, filled with an intense

frightened by

to sit up, but Connor's hands held her shoulders down,

voice shook, panic rising within her like never

didn't release her. Instead, he pressed down

leaned closer, his breath lightly brushing against Camila's

she shouted, her whole