A One Night Stand With My Boss

Cole stood up, holding his champagne glass high.

"To all my dear family here tonight, I've waited for this moment for so long..." His voice quivered, tears welled up in his eyes.

He raised his hand, gently wiped away the tears, and then broke into a beaming smile. When he declared, "Today, I finally married Claire!" the room erupted in cheers. Claire looked at Cole, tears of joy streaming down her face. Camila discreetly wiped away a tear, overjoyed that her mom had finally found happiness.

Connor pulled out a tissue and gently dabbed at Camila's eyes. They exchanged glances, each seeing the laughter in the other's eyes.

"Cheers!" Cole raised his glass, toasting with everyone.

"It's a big day, so I'll have a bit," Connor whispered to Camila.

Camila smiled and nodded. Erica couldn't help but chime in, "Seriously, Mr. Connor? Do you need permission to drink now?"

Connor raised an eyebrow, a relaxed grin spreading across his face.

After the dinner, their driver arrived to pick them up. Once in the car, Connor buckled his seatbelt, his eyes never leaving Camila. A slight tipsiness added depth to his gaze. "Feeling alright?" Camila opened a bottle of water and handed it to him.

Connor shook his head, his gaze locked on Camila's lips. "Cami, I feel like having a cigarette," he murmured.

The car was eerily quiet; the driver, hearing the request, rolled down the window, letting the cold air in.

Camila didn't seem to notice the chill; her face flushed as she shot Connor a shy glance, then looked at the driver.

Connor sighed inwardly, regretting the decision to remove the car's privacy screen.

Minutes passed, and the driver,

puzzled by the lack of smoke, glanced in the rearview mirror. He saw the two of them holding hands, eyes closed, resting. No smoking after all?

He closed the window quietly, leaving them to their peace.

Back at Cedarhill Estate, as soon as the door closed, Connor couldn't wait to wrap his arms around Camila's waist, pulling her close, resting his head on her shoulder. "Cami, it feels like forever since I held you," he murmured.

Camila chuckled softly, patting his hand. "I need to change my shoes," she said, wriggling out of his embrace.

She walked to the shoe rack and slipped into her slippers. Connor followed, changing his shoes, eyeing their mismatched house slippers with a slight frown.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Suddenly, Camila grabbed his hand and tiptoed up to kiss him. Connor, enchanted by her initiative, let his hands wander from her waist upwards, feeling the warmth of her

skin.

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Camila tensed up, her body stiffening. Connor sensed her unease, his brow furrowing slightly. He mentally reminded himself: hold back! Don't lose control! Respect! Instead, he slowly intertwined his fingers with hers, giving her a soft peck before leading her to the sofa. They sat down, and he looked deeply into her eyes.

"Cami, if we ever have a disagreement, can we promise to resolve it the same day?" he asked.

Camila nodded, resting her head on his broad chest, feeling his strong heartbeat. Looking up at him, she asked, "How did you know my mom and Cole got married?"

Connor let out a soft snort, gently pinching her cheek. "Logan posted on social media that Erica didn't take him to the wedding. I was about to tease him, but then I found out Erica went to your mom's wedding, and I ended up being the one teased."