A One Night Stand With My Boss

“Critical condition...” Camila turned her head like a puppet, muttering under her breath

Connor's heart clenched. He gripped her hand tightly. “It’s going to be okay. Dr. Tom will be here soon.” “We need to get out and walk to a clearer area to catch a cab!” Connor said with determination. “Okay.”

Connor couldn't tell if Camila was nodding or just shivering.

Logan was anxiously checking the GPS, constantly zooming in on the map.

“It's jammed for about a mile or two,” he said, frowning helplessly.

Connor couldn't wait any longer. He swiftly opened the car door, circled the car, and came to Camila's side. Gently, he helped her out of the car, letting her lean on him.

Camila’s legs were weak, and only with Connor's support could she barely stand.

Logan followed them out of the car, looking around worriedly. There were no shortcuts nearby.

Vroom, vroom, vroom —

The sound of a vehicle approached from afar.

Connor turned around and saw a motorcycle skillfully weaving through the traffic, bypassing the jammed cars and heading in their direction. A glimmer of hope flashed in Connor’s eyes. He quickly stepped into the middle of the road, waving to signal the motorcyclist to stop. Slowing down, the motorcyclist pulled up in front of Connor.

“Bro, can you help out? Lend me your bike!” Connor pleaded urgently. “We need to get to the hospital!”

Logan looked at Connor in astonishment. hardly believing his ears. Ever since that accident, Connor had developed a deep fear and aversion to motorcycles. He hadn’t ridden one since, nor did he even like to mention them.

The motoreyclist sized up Conner, who wasdressed sharply in his suit, and scoffed. "Dude, are you kidding? Do your “know how much my bike costs? Not just anyone can de this.” - ~ -

“Kawasaki Ninja H2. I'll pay double the price for it!” Connor declared.

The motoreyclist’s eyes widened. He was tempted by the offer. “Double?” he hesitated.

“There's no more time. I'll pay right now!” Connor insisted.

After a few seconds of silence, the motorcyclist nodded

“Alright, transfer the money first!” he said, clutching the keys tightly in his hand.

“Give me your account details!” Connor said without hesitation.

The motorcyclist quickly relayed his account information, and in less than a minute, a bank message confirmed a transfer of $100,000.

“Dude, the bike is yours! Leave your number for the paperwork,” the motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed the keys to Connor and took off his helmet.

Connor caught the keys and helmet. glanced at Logan, and told the motorcyclist. “Handle the paperwork with him.” Connor put the helmet on Camila’s head, mounted the motorcycle, and reached out to her. “Get on.” Camila’s mind was a blur, mechanically following Connor's instructions

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Camila suddenly snapped back to reality, staring in horror at Connor's unprotected head.

‘I have anether one in my bag,” the. motorcyclist muttered, pulling out another helmet from his bag. “Crazy! The paperwork isn't even done yet. what if something happens?

Connor took the helmet and put it on, then looked back at Camila, softly saying, "Hold onto my waist tightly.