A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor lay in bed, his heart filled with regret and confusion as he listened to Camila's footsteps fading away.

His gaze fell upon the messy sheets, still carrying traces of Camila's scent.

After a moment, he rose from the bed and walked over to the wardrobe. Opening it, he immediately spotted the tie and necklace from the night before.

He had intended to throw them away but had retrieved them from the trash can after his night of drinking.

Holding the tie and necklace, a mix of emotions flooded through him. He carefully folded the tie and placed it back in the wardrobe, sighing deeply.

He then grabbed some clothes and stepped into the bathroom, turning on the cold shower and letting the icy water wash over his weary face and body.

***

Camila closed the door of the lounge, trying to calm the turmoil inside her. She drank most of a bottle of mineral water, which helped her clear her head.

The office was filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol, making her feel uncomfortable, so she opened the window and turned on the ventilation system.

She glanced at the messy coffee table and knew the cleaning staff couldn't come in as long as he was there.

She disposed of the cigarette butts in the trash and set the empty bottles aside. His black matte lighter was on the coffee table, which she wiped clean and placed next to the cigarette box.

After tidying up the coffee table, she went to make Connor a cup of coffee.

She also poured a glass of warm water and some hangover medicine.

She set them down near his breakfast on the coffee table.

After freshening up, Connor opened the door of the lounge and immediately saw Camila bent over, arranging breakfast on the coffee table. Her expression was serious and focused.

Sunlight fell on her, giving her a serene and gentle appearance.

Connor found it hard to look away from her.

After a moment, he walked over to her.

The sound of his footsteps made Camila pause for a second. She took a deep breath and slowly turned around.

Connor stood before her in a black shirt and black trousers.

Camila straightened up, trying to keep her voice calm. "Mr. Connor, your breakfast and hangover remedy."

"Have you had breakfast?" Connor's voice was deep and rich, his eyes intensely focused on her.

"Yes, Mr. Connor, please enjoy your meal," Camila replied succinctly.

She wiped her hands and left the office.

Back at her desk, Camila opened her messaging app to find the company chat group lit up with over 99 notifications.

She had been too busy to check messages the day before.

Scrolling through the group chat, she noticed 659 unread messages from yesterday.

The first was a picture of an LED screen Howard had used to woo her. The chat was buzzing with comments about Howard's pursuit.

[I thought Mr. Howard had given up after sending those flowers last time, but he's still hopeful!]

[Camila isn't swayed by money, so admirable.]

[With a fortune of hundreds of billions, Mr. Howard sure is persistent.]

[It's a bit embarrassing for Mr. Howard. His high-profile love gestures were turned down.]

Someone had posted a photo of John in the chat.

[Camila's boyfriend looks average, nothing special...]

[Choosing love over material wealth, how touching...]

Camila quickly skipped over the discussions about her. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

[What's up with Mr. Connor today? So many documents unsigned...]

The employees privately created this group without anyone from management.

[He seems in a really bad mood today.]

[He looks terrible. Like he's under a lot of pressure. Everyone's keeping their distance.]

[Camila, come back soon. He isn't signing off, and finance won't release funds. *crying*]