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.

Camila shook her head, "I'll take the

voice was weak, it

are no ferries

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eyes. He took another deep breath and dialed his phone, "Request an emergency flight plan. We're heading back to Fairmount now." After hanging up, he turned to Camila, his voice soft,

control to respond, Camila 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 tangled and twisted. At this moment, she felt

cold wind was piercing, as 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

stubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray. He went back to his room to change clothes and freshen up; Camila disliked the

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