A One Night Stand With My Boss

It wasn't until three in the morning when Connor finally lay down in bed.

He tossed and turned. Sleep eluded him.

Images of Camila—her face, her voice—kept surfacing in his mind.

Her smile, her voice, and every subtle gesture lingered in his heart.

Connor couldn't help but laugh.

Only five more hours until he would see Camila again.

Time seemed to crawl.

The next day, sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains and spilled onto the bedside as Connor slowly opened his eyes.

At the sight of the glaring sunlight, his heart surged with excitement.

He glanced at his phone. It was only seven o'clock.

"Just one more hour till I see her," Connor murmured to himself, a faint smile on his face.

To ensure he was in his best form for Camila, Connor decided to take another shower.

He quickly got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and stood under the showerhead, unconsciously pressing the body wash dispenser a couple of extra times.

After his shower, he stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining his face and shaving off the stubble that had sprouted overnight.

Humming a cheerful tune, Connor walked into his dressing room in high spirits.

He stood in front of the wardrobe, picking out the right outfit.

After some deliberation, he chose a blush pink shirt.

The color of the shirt matched his mood perfectly as if the air around him was filled with pink hearts.

He couldn't help but smile to himself.

While choosing a tie, his fingers suddenly stopped on a tie box.

Excitedly, he opened the box to find the tie Camila had given him.

Connor picked up the tie, his lips curving into a wide smile.

He put on the tie, adjusting its position.

In front of the mirror, Connor carefully examined his attire and nodded in satisfaction.

Once ready, he took a deep breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves as he walked out of the bedroom.

Camila hadn't arrived yet, so

Connor sat on the couch, his gaze constantly drifting the entrance, both expectant and anxious.

Ding-dong—

The sound of the doorbell rang.

Connor immediately stood up from the couch and quickly adjusted his tie. His face lit up with a brilliant smile.

He turned around, ready to greet the person he'd been longing to see.

...

Connor's smile froze, and his lips slowly turned downwards.

"Good morning, Mr. Connor," David greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning, David," Connor responded, his voice subdued.

His mood plummeted from a peak to a trough, a profound disappointment indescribable.

"Mr. Connor, are you alright?" David, noticing his unusual expression, approached with concern.

Connor snapped back to reality and shook his head with a smile.

Just then,

the doorbell rang again.

Connor's mood instantly shifted from disappointment to excitement.

As Camila appeared from the entrance,

Connor's heart raced. He stared at Camila, feeling as if all his blood was surging towards his heart.

"Good morning!" he couldn't help but call out.

Startled by his sudden enthusiasm, Camila paused for a half-second before regaining her composure and politely smiled. "Good morning, Mr. Connor."

Connor sensed her aloofness, his heart sinking.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

He remembered that Camila was still upset and took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.

Connor tried to keep his voice steady. "After the opening event, I’ll take you to a place tonight."

Camila inadvertently glanced at the tie he was wearing today, her heart skipping a beat.

A few seconds later,

she regained her composure and nodded politely in response. "Sure."