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.

skipped a

a small 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? It's 8:30 in the morning." Connor

panic under his intense gaze, unsure of what to

reached out and grasped Camila's

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

Connor!" Her voice

a strong pull, Connor drew Camila down onto the bed

out as she fell

her mind

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

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

frightened by his

up, but Connor's

let me go!" Camila's voice shook, panic

Instead, he pressed down even

closer, his breath lightly brushing

shouted, her whole body