A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Is it because he was harassing me?" Camila asked softly.

Connor nodded slightly, confirming her suspicion.

"I took him to Vegas for a few days. At first, he won millions, but then he got hooked on gambling," Connor said nonchalantly, as if he were recounting a story that didn't concern him.

His tone had a hint of indifference.

He added, "As for losing his entire fortune, that's on him."

Camila felt a mix of emotions.

She knew everything Connor did was for her, and Steven didn't deserve any sympathy. But she was worried about the drastic steps Connor had taken.

"I'm worried about you. What if he finds out and tries to get back at you?"

Connor chuckled softly, his gaze tender as he looked at her. "They're just small-time players, not worth worrying about. I'm fine."

to keep

linked her arm through his,

the bustling casino and returned to their hotel

hungry?" Connor asked as he poured

had a big lunch," Camila said. She was tired from the day's activities and sat motionless on

walked over, and gently sat beside her, drawing her into

day, hasn't

nodded, leaning on his

me to

a moment, then gently took her

you know Ray?" he asked quietly, a barely noticeable tension

lifted her head, nodding slightly, waiting

deep breath and began slowly, "He's my grandfather, my

around them, so still that only their

a frigid snowy landscape, cold from head to toe. Her expression stiffened, her eyes staring blankly ahead as her mind became a

merely the son of a famous artist, even his status as