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-

a vehicle approached

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

quickly stepped into the

the motorcyclist pulled up in front of

help out? Lend me your bike!" Connor pleaded urgently. "We

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

motorcyclist sized up

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

pay double

He was tempted

I'll pay

of

he said, clutching the keys tightly in his

me your account details!"

account information, and in less than a minute, a bank message confirmed a

the paperwork," the motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed the keys to

at Logan, and told the motorcyclist, "Handle the