A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila's voice was soft, but it felt like an invisible wall between them. Connor's heart tightened painfully, his fists clenching as he fought the urge to pull her into his arms. Taking a deep breath, he pleaded, "Cami, I know this is sudden for you, and I didn't mean to keep it from you..."

Camila shook her head gently, her eyes brimming with confusion and helplessness. She didn't know how to face Connor right now.

"I just want to go home," she murmured, her voice flat and nearly devoid of emotion.

Her gaze drifted off into the distance, as if trying to find a way back home.

"It's late, just go back to your room and rest. The flight's booked for tomorrow," Connor tried to soothe her, hoping she would calm down.

head, "I'll take

voice was

ferries at

wait at the harbor for the first

flight plan. We're heading back to Fairmount now." After hanging up, he turned to

returned to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees, her gaze blankly staring out the window. Her heart was in turmoil, emotions

if it could reach deep into his soul. He had the hotel manager bring him a cigarette; right now, he needed something to quell the storm inside him. Lighting the cigarette, he took a deep drag and watched the

out the cigarette in the ashtray. He

the airport, the landscape outside the car window was blurred and vague through the rain. Inside the car, silence reigned Connor wanted to speak several times but couldn't find the right words. He stole glances at Camila, who was looking out the window with an expressionless face. His heart was heavy