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-

sound of a

a motorcycle skillfully weaving through the traffic, bypassing

eyes. He quickly stepped into

the motorcyclist pulled up

can you help out? Lend me your bike!" Connor pleaded urgently. "We need to

ears. Ever since that accident, Connor had developed a deep fear and aversion to motorcycles. He hadn't ridden one since, nor did

motorcyclist sized

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

pay double the price for it!" Connor

was tempted by

more time. I'll pay right now!" Connor

a few seconds of silence, the

the money first!" he said, clutching the keys tightly

details!" Connor

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

is yours! Leave your number for the paperwork," the motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed the keys to Connor and took off his

and helmet, glanced at Logan, and told the motorcyclist, "Handle the paperwork with