A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila nodded, her eyes fixed on Connor “Will he die? Will you be in trouble?” Although Tucker’s demise wouldn’t be a loss, society was govered by law, and she didn’t wish to see Connor face prison because of her.

“I don’t know if he’ll die, but I won’t be in trouble. My family has some connections, Connor said lightly.

“Thank you” Camila said, her eyes brimming with gratitude.

Connor chuckled softly. “Tm your boss. The company is responsible for your safely.”

He paused, then asked, “Do you have a place to go?”

Camila patted her jeans pocket, frowning slightly.

“Your phone is in my coat,” Connor mentioned,

“Why would my phone be with you?” Camila looked puzzled.

“You left it in the car.”

“Were you bringing my phone to me?” Camila was surprised.

Connor hummed in affirmation

“Thank you…sic

Camila then called Erica. Im going to stay at a friend’s tonight. She lives at Willowbrook Estate, Camila said.

Connor rolled down the car window, “To Willowbrook Estate.”

It wasn’t long before they reached Erica’s place, which was nearby. Camila looked down at her bare feet, embarrassed.

“Here, wear these,” Connor tossed her a pair of men’s slippers.

Camila slipped on the slippers and took off the coat she had draped over herself to hand back to Connor. “Thank you, Mr. Connor, for your coat” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“If you think it’s fine to go out like that, it’s up to you.”

Camila looked down and suddenly realized she was scantily clad, wearing only a demi-cup bra, her chest almost fully exposed. Her ears tumed instantly hot, blushing to the point of almost bleeding.

Embarrassed, she quickly put on Connor’s suit jacket and fastened the buttons.

Connor chuckled softly. “Take the day off tomorrow. You don’t have to come to the office.”

At that moment, Camila just wanted to escape. She turned her back to Connor, muttered a “thank you, and immediately opened the car door to flee.

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The moment the villa door opened, Erica’s pupils shrank, and her initially smiling face instantly fell. She saw Camila in front of her, with disheveled hair, wearing an oversized suit and mismatched slippers, looking both comical and disheveled

“What happened?”

“It’s a long story,” Camila exhaled deeply.

“What exactly happened?” Erica pulled Camila to sit on the sofa.

Pain crossed Camilas face as she

lled the recent events, still feeling the aftershock. Just as she mentioned Tucker’s attempt to assault her, Erica leaped up, grabbing a kitchen knife from the table, flames nearly bursting from her eyes. “That b a s t a r d! I’ll skin him alive!”

Camila quickly held her back. “I haven’t finished yet…

She told Erica the whole story. Erica slapped her thigh, her face full of admiration. “I had no idea Connor had it in him. He’s really risen in my estimation! You should really thank him properly!”

Camila’s brows furrowed deeply, her eyes filed with worry, her hands tightly clasped. “Erica, I’m scared… could Mr. Connor end up in jail?”

“Surely not?” Erica said uncertainly, then, after a moment’s thought, suggested, “Maybe ask Wesley?”