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

skillfully weaving through the traffic, bypassing the jammed cars and heading in their

quickly stepped into the middle of the road, waving to

down, the motorcyclist pulled up

Connor pleaded urgently. "We need to get to

in astonishment, hardly believing his ears. Ever since that accident, Connor had developed a deep fear and aversion to motorcycles. He hadn't ridden

motorcyclist sized

in his suit, and scoffed. "Dude, are you kidding? Do you know how much my bike costs?

I'll pay double the price

eyes widened. He was tempted by

I'll pay right now!" Connor

a few seconds of silence, the

said, clutching the

your account details!" Connor said

motorcyclist quickly relayed his account information, and in less than a

paperwork," the motorcyclist said, beaming as

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