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

"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

panic under his intense gaze, unsure of

out and grasped

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

Her voice

pull, Connor drew

she fell

raced, her

her thoughts, Connor rolled over, propping himself on either side of her, his eyes narrowing as he

shadows, Connor's expression was fierce and predatory,

frightened

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

Camila's voice shook, panic rising within her like never

didn't release her. Instead, he pressed down even

he leaned closer, his breath lightly brushing

shouted, her