A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila slightly furrowed her brow and shifted her position to continue sleeping.

Connor couldn't help but smile as he watched her closely.

Her skin was soft and delicate, like porcelain, flawless.

Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, trembling slightly with each breath.

Connor found himself irresistibly reaching out, wanting to touch her smooth cheek, b

ut just as his fingers were about to touch Camila's face, he stopped.

He took a deep breath and withdrew his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, he carefully picked up Camila.

Her body was light and soft, stirring a strange heat within Connor.

He took a deep breath.

Gently, he carried Camila to the bedroom and carefully laid her down on the bed.

Camila's brow wrinkled slightly, seemingly uncomfortable in her sleep.

Connor tenderly adjusted her pillow, then tucked another pillow into her arms before gently covering her with the blanket.

He sat by the bed, his gaze lingering on Camila's face.

He knew Camila had already occupied his heart.

He realized that he had fallen hopelessly in love with her.

He was filled with regret and thought that if he had understood his feelings sooner, he could be holding her hand, embracing her...

His heart was filled with turmoil and pain.

Connor stood up and walked to the window.

Outside, the city's nightlife was still vibrant, the lights dazzling.

He gently closed the bedroom door.

He walked aimlessly into the living room, picked up a cigarette, lit it, and leaned back on the couch.

[Come out for a drink.] he texted Logan.

Logan quickly replied.

[Sure, let's go to the lounge.]

Connor extinguished the cigarette, grabbed his car keys, and left.

The roads were clear, and he drove quickly.

He arrived at the lounge and went up to the private room on the upper floor.

Logan was already there, sipping red wine.

Connor sat on the couch, lifted the wine glass, and drained it in one go.

The bitterness and sweetness of the wine mingled in his mouth, echoing his mood.

Logan glanced at him, "Why the sudden urge to drink?"

"Because of Camila?" he teased.

Connor downed another glass without denying it. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Logan clicked his tongue and joked, "So you finally realized you like her?"

He clapped his hands. "It's quite impressive that you only figured it out now."

Connor said nothing, poured another glass of wine, and drank it.

"Go after her, man. Why are you drinking gloomily with me in the middle of the night?" Logan scoffed.

"She has a boyfriend now," Connor said with a self-mocking laugh.

Logan frowned slightly, "So, what do you plan to do?"

Connor was silent for a moment.

"I don’t know, but I don't want to give up."

Several rounds of empty glasses sat between them.

Logan finally spoke, "If you really like her, you should bravely pursue her."

Connor paused, then gave a bitter smile. "Be the third wheel?"

"Well, they haven't been together long. The feelings can't be that deep," Logan argued.

"Besides, how do you know for sure that she's happy with her boyfriend?"

Connor was taken aback.

"Honestly, I never thought you had feelings for Haylie."

Logan teased, "But the whole world knows you're into Camila, except you. You were the last to realize.

If you like her, go for it, or she might get married someday if you keep dawdling."

Connor nodded.

Logan smiled, raising his glass, "Dude, here's to you winning over Camila soon."