A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Critical condition..." Camila turned her head like a puppet, muttering under her breath.

Connor's heart clenched. He gripped her hand tightly. "It's going to be okay. Dr. Tom will be here soon."

"We need to get out and walk to a clearer area to catch a cab!" Connor said with determination.

"Okay."

Connor couldn't tell if Camila was nodding or just shivering.

Logan was anxiously checking the GPS, constantly zooming in on the map.

"It's jammed for about a mile or two," he said, frowning helplessly.

Connor couldn't wait any longer. He swiftly opened the car door, circled the car, and came to Camila's side. Gently, he helped her out of the car, letting her lean on him.

Camila's legs were weak, and only with Connor's support could she barely stand.

Logan followed them out of the car, looking around worriedly. There were no shortcuts nearby.

Vroom, vroom, vroom-

of a vehicle approached from

turned around and saw a motorcycle skillfully weaving through the traffic,

flashed in Connor's eyes. He quickly stepped into

pulled up in front

me your bike!" Connor pleaded urgently. "We need to get to the

deep

sized

was dressed sharply in his suit, and scoffed. "Dude, are you kidding? Do you know how much my bike costs? Not just anyone can ride

pay double the price for

motorcyclist's eyes widened. He was tempted by the

I'll

a few seconds of silence, the motorcyclist

first!" he said, clutching

details!" Connor said

his account information, and in less than a minute, a bank

the paperwork," the motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed the keys to Connor and took off

keys and helmet, glanced at Logan, and