A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila smiled gently, nodding her agreement, "Okay."

Outside in the tree-lined streets of the neighborhood, the avenue was deserted, leaving only them to walk slowly along the path.

The streetlights elongated their shadows, as if to blend them into the silent hues of the night.

In November's Fairmount, the night air was already cool. The breeze rustled through the leaves with a whispering sound.

Connor slipped off his suit jacket and draped it gently over Camila's shoulders.

"It's a bit chilly tonight. Don't catch a cold," Connor said softly.

"Mhm." Camila tightened the jacket around her, instantly enveloped by Connor's warm scent.

Connor spoke up, "Truthfully, I'm quite a dull person. My biggest hobby used to be racing."

"Racing?" Camila asked, surprised. She never imagined that this composed and reserved CEO before her could have such a fervent passion.

Connor nodded. "Yeah, motorcycles," he said with a smile, adding, "Unexpected, right?"

Camila nodded. "I've never seen you ride a motorcycle."

had an accident once, got quite shaken up, and never rode again," Connor said.

lightly, managing a smile, "That's all in the past

the words reached her

saying, "I was in the

lowered, and a surge of indescribable empathy rose

in the hospital was no minor

voice was close to her ear. "Feeling sorry for

all behind me now," he said, wrapping

him, and

a phone rang, breaking the warm atmosphere between them. Camila blinked, then answered

near home, alright..."

heared the name "Craig," a

around the night Drew got drunk. A hard-to-describe feeling of jealousy began to spread like wild

his, and no one could

hung

her ear, h d with a hint of his

who is he?"