A One Night Stand With My Boss

Claire called.

"Cami, Cole and I checked the calendar and today seemed perfect, so we decided to go get our marriage license."

Camila's face lit up with joy. "What? That's so sudden! Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would've taken the day off to come back."

"We wanted to keep it low-key, no big fuss," Claire explained. "We're planning a small family dinner tonight to celebrate. You should bring Connor along."

Camila held her phone, her expression clouded with worry. She knew tonight was significant for her mother, but...

"Mom, he has a meeting tonight. He can't make it." She tried to sound casual, not wanting her mom to know about their rough patch.

There was a brief pause on the other end before Claire spoke again, "That's okay, work comes first. It's our fault for not giving you a heads up about the license. Can you come tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll head over right after work!" Camila replied with a smile.

"Great! I'll call Erica and invite her too," Claire said happily.

After hanging up, Camila dove back into work mode. Her computer screen was cluttered with data and documents. She was constantly tweaking plans and optimizing figures, racing to finish her tasks as quickly as possible.

During lunch, Camila brought Connor his meal.

"Cami..." Connor called out gently.

Camila kept her distance, replying coolly, "Mr. Connor, what do you need?"

Connor stood up and slowly walked over, softly asking, "Join me for lunch, please?"

Camila's heart fluttered as if

touched by a feather, sending ripples

through her emotions. But she

steeled herself. "Mr. Connor, I have a

lot of work to do. Please, enjoy your meal."

Connor's voice was filled with plea, "Cami, what can I do to make you forgive me? I really know I messed up."

He reached out and gently wiggled

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her pinky finger. This small gesture made Camila's defenses start crumble. She almost forgave him right then and there!

She gently pulled away from his touch, looking up at him. "I need time to reassess our relationship."

Connor, seeing the determination in

her eyes, understood that this

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wouldn't be resolved quickly. He had spent the entire previous night

reflecting on why Camila was upset.

"I really know I was wrong. I'll change, I promise. Just give me one more chance," he said, his voice tinged with sadness.

Camila sighed, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "I need to reflect on my own issues too. Let's give each other some space and time, okay?" "How long do you need?" Connor asked softly. They'd been in a cold war for twelve hours, which felt like an eternity to him.

Camila frowned slightly, feeling a bit helpless at his urgency. "Give me some time, alright?"

Connor gently stroked her hair and said softly, "Okay, I'll give you time. But promise me you'll take care of yourself and eat properly." Camila knew he genuinely cared, and she nodded lightly, "You too."

Leaving the office, Camila quickly ate her lunch and then headed to the mall downstairs to buy a set of jewelry as a wedding gift for her mother.

In a corner of the mall, she passed by a tailor shop specializing in suits. Her eyes were caught by a pair of exquisite cufflinks on display.

She stopped, carefully examining them. The design was simple, and the golden sheen shimmered under the light.

She stepped into the shop and asked the clerk for more details about the cufflinks.