A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila slightly furrowed her brow and shifted her position to continue sleeping.

Connor couldn't help but smile as he watched her closely.

Her skin was soft and delicate, like porcelain, flawless.

Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, trembling slightly with each breath.

Connor found himself irresistibly reaching out, wanting to touch her smooth cheek, b

ut just as his fingers were about to touch Camila's face, he stopped.

He took a deep breath and withdrew his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, he carefully picked up Camila.

Her body was light and soft, stirring a strange heat within Connor.

He took a deep breath.

Gently, he carried Camila to the bedroom and carefully laid her down on the bed.

Camila's brow wrinkled slightly, seemingly uncomfortable in her sleep.

Connor tenderly adjusted her pillow, then tucked another pillow into her arms before gently covering her with the blanket.

the bed, his gaze lingering

knew Camila had already occupied

fallen hopelessly

filled with regret and thought that if he had understood his feelings sooner, he could

filled with turmoil and

stood up and walked

the city's nightlife was still vibrant, the

gently closed

room, picked up a cigarette, lit it, and leaned back

out for a

Logan quickly replied.

let's go to the

cigarette, grabbed his car

roads were clear, and he drove

at the lounge and went up to the private room on the

was already there, sipping

the couch, lifted the wine

sweetness of the wine mingled in his mouth, echoing his

at him, "Why the sudden urge to

Camila?"

downed another glass without denying

and joked, "So you finally realized

hands. "It's quite impressive that you only figured it

nothing, poured another glass of