A One Night Stand With My Boss

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“Such a flatterer,” Connor teased with a laugh, but the adoration in his eyes was undeniable.

Camila responded with a radiant smile that lit up the entire dessert café like a burst of sunshine.

Soon, she had finished her ice cream and glanced at Connor’s melting cup with a swallow. “Aren’t you going to have that?”

Connor shook his head with a smile.

“It would be a waste not to.” Camila said as she scooped his cup of ice cream towards herself.

“Eating all that ice cream?” Connor frowned slightly, his tone laced with concern. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“It’s fine once in a while, Camila chuckled, spooning another mouthful of ice cream.

Connor shook his head helplessly.

Back home, after days of insufficient sleep, Camila showered and fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed. But she had a restless night, waking up frequently.

In her drowsy state, she realized her period had started. She washed up in the middle of the night and went back to bed, only to be awoken by unbearable stomach pains. Taking a painkiller, she drifted back to sleep.

Merning came.

Sunlight crept through the slits in the curtains, casting quiet shadows in the living room.

Connor, having woken early and dressed in his joggers, checked the time–it was 7:15 AM, and Camila was nowhere to be seen. Pacing the room with a furrowed brow, he checked the time again.

Nearly 7:30 AM, and still no sign of her. With no other option, he tried calling her, but her phone was off.

Worried, Connor left.

Upon reaching her apartment, he rang the doorbell several times to no avail. He typed in the passcode.

Beep-

The door opened. He couldn’t believe that the code hadn’t been changed.

He entered briskly and knocked on Camila’s bedroom door but got no response. Pushing the door open, he found Camila lying on her side, clutching a pillow, her expression pained.

Connor’s face fell, a wave of anxiety washing over him. He approached the bed softly, sitting beside her and gently placed his hand on her forehead to check for fever, but there was none.

He gently shook her arm. “Camila.”

Camila slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurring slightly at the sight of him.

“I have stomach pains.” she murmured, her voice weak and forlorn.

Connor’s brow tightened. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Camila grabbed his sleeve, shaking her head. “It’s just my period.”

Connor paused, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face.

Could you get me a painkiller from that drawer?” Camila pointed at the wardrobe, her voice weak and weary.

Connor followed her gesture, quickly found the medicine bottle, and fetched a glass of warm water from the kitchen. He carefully

helped Camila sit up, placed the pill in her mouth, and gently helped her drink the water to swallow the medicine.

Camila grimaced as she swallowed, and Connor gently helped her lie back down. “Does it still hurt?”

Camila smiled weakly and shook her head, her forehead sweaty and her hair disheveled.

The medicine hasn’t kicked in that fast.”