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 vehicle

saw a motorcycle skillfully weaving through the traffic, bypassing the jammed cars and heading

stepped into the middle of the road, waving to signal the

the motorcyclist pulled up in

Connor pleaded urgently. "We need

ears. Ever since that accident, Connor had developed a deep fear and aversion to motorcycles.

motorcyclist sized up

was dressed sharply in his suit, and scoffed. "Dude, are you kidding? Do you

pay double

widened. He was tempted by the offer. "Double?"

I'll pay

seconds of silence,

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

your account details!" Connor

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

motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed the keys to Connor and

at Logan, and