A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila nodded slightly.

She gathered her thoughts and said, "Mr. Connor, thank you for lending me your house these past few weeks. I've found a place and I'll be moving out on Sunday."

"Why? I told you that you could stay as long as you needed," Connor replied. His tone was tinged with confusion.

Camila hesitated, unsure how to explain. "I just don't think it's appropriate anymore, given that it's your house. I shouldn't impose indefinitely."

Connor frowned, "What's inappropriate about it?”

Camila shook her head gently. "I just feel it's better this way. I've already paid the rent for the new place."

"Did I make you feel too pressured?" Connor's eyes showed a hint of loss.

"I have rented the house earlier," Camila said calmly.

Connor was silent for a moment.

"If you're set on moving, I'll help you," he offered, trying to keep his tone even.

"No need. I don't have much luggage and the new place is close by," Camila responded.

him

awkward, and Camila didn't know

to stand still,

voice carried a mix of weariness and resignation. Camila

Back at the office.

was about to start an executive meeting, while Camila summarized the project timelines and

them, and with a tap of his slender fingers

the documents. Connor's gaze unintentionally followed her. There was

His figure appeared somewhat desolate and lonely against the backdrop of

slowly, watching the smoke dissipate in the air. The smoke

knocked and entered the

the knock, he stubbed out his cigarette.

it's time for

documents from her hand as he walked past. As he passed

downstairs to pick up Connor's lunch. She noticed

lunchbox?"