A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila smiled gently, nodding her agreement, “Okay.”

Outside in the tree-lined streets of the neighborhood, the avenue was deserted, leaving only them to walk slowly along the path. The streetlights elongated their shadows, as if to blend them into the silent hues of the night.

In November’s Fairmount, the night air was already cool. The breeze rustled through the leaves with a whispering sound. Connor slipped off his suit jacket and draped it gently over Camila’s shoulders.

“It's a bit chilly tonight. Don't catch a cold,” Connor said softly.

“Mhm.” Camila tightened the jacket around her, instantly enveloped by Connor's warm scent.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Connor spoke up. “Truthfully, I'm quite a dull person. My biggest hobby used to be racing.”

“Racing?” Camila asked, surprised. She never imagined that this composed and reserved CEO before her could have such a fervent passion. Connor nodded. “Yeah, motorcycles,” he said with a smile, adding, “Unexpected, right?”

Camila nodded. "I've never seen you ride a motorcycle.”

“I had an accident once, got quite shaken up, and never rode again,” Connor said. His tone was slightly somber.

He sighed lightly, managing a smile, “That’s all in the past for me now.”

A trace of sadness flickered in Camila’s eyes. She wanted to ask about the accident, but as the words reached her lips. she hesitated. She didn’t want to make Connor relive those unhappy memories or to salt his wounds.

Connor seemed to notice Camila's hesitation and conflict. He smiled lightly, breezily saying, “I was in the hospital for half a year, but I've fully recovered.”

Camila’s eyes slightly lowered, and a surge of indescribable empathy rose within her.

A half-year in the hospital was no minor issue.

Suddenly, Connor’s voice was close to her ear. “Feeling sorry for me?” He leaned in, smiling slightly.

“That's all behind me now,” he said, wrapping an arm around Camila’s shoulders seriously.

Camila watched him, and her empathy deepened.

Just then, a phone rang, breaking the warm atmosphere between them. Camila blinked, then answered the call. “Craig, I'm just near home, alright...” she responded.

When he heared the name “Craig,” a flicker of alertness passed through Connor's eyes.

This wasnPthe first time that name had comeup. That man seemedito have beén around the night Drew got drunk. A hard-to-describe feeling of jeelousy began to spreadiike wild grass in his heart. to“ -

Camila was his, and no one could take her away!

After Camila hung up the phone, Connor-said close to her ear, his Voice tinged with a hint of jealousy. ‘Craig... who is he?"

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Camila paused, then mischievously blinked at Connor. “Craig? He’s someone very important.”

This answer caught Connor off-guard, nearly driving him mad.

Camila recalled a funny past event, so her smile grew wider. "He could be considered your rival...’s son.” Connor froze, and a rush of confusion filled his mind. What did she mean? He had a rival of that age?

“Aren't you trying to be my dad?” Camila teased. “Craig’s dad is pursuing my mom.

It took a moment for Connor to grasp theSituation, and his jealousy and tension dissipated after a few seconds, He laughed awkwardly, scratching his head. “Oh, sofe's sort of-my brother-in-law then

Camila couldn't help but burst into laughter. “I need to go back now. Craig brought me something.”

A hint of reluctance flashed in Connor’s eyes. "I'll walk you home.”