A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila furrowed her brow, her eyes darting around the room with a flicker of hesitation. Looking at the damp apartment, it was clear it was unlivable.

Reluctantly, she nodded. She didn't want to move, but there was no other choice. She started packing her things.

Connor was right beside her, helping to organize essential clothes, toiletries, and important documents into suitcases. Once everything was packed, Camila asked, "Are we moving to Cedarhill Estate?"

Connor's eyes shifted away as he responded softly, not giving much detail.

Soon, the luggage was loaded into the car, and Connor drove out of the neighborhood.

Suddenly, Camila noticed they weren't heading toward Cedarhill Estate.

Her brow furrowed in confusion as she looked out the car window. "Hey, you missed it!" she exclaimed.

Connor didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

After a while, he finally broke the silence. "The place is being renovated."

"That's impossible!" Camila said, disbelief and suspicion growing inside her.

Connor remained silent for a moment, and the tension in the car grew thicker.

They soon pulled into the parking lot of Cedarhill Estate.

Connor got out, walked around to Camila's side, and gently opened her door. "Let's get out," he said softly.

Camila didn't move, glaring at him coldly. "Connor, what are you up to?" she asked, her voice tinged with anger.

Connor paused before taking her hand gently. "There's a bedroom here for you, everything's ready. Cedarhill Estate still needs cleaning, and it's late. The cleaning crew is off," he explained softly. Camila stayed silent.

Connor unbuckled her seatbelt with care, and together they took the luggage from the trunk.

As the elevator ascended, the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive.

Camila remembered how Connor had spent a long time alone in the bathroom before they left the rental. She didn't want to suspect him, but the property inspection had O confirmed there was no leak.

She looked up at Connor, her eyes filled with confusion and anger. "Why would you do this?"

Connor felt the chill from Camila's hand; he knew she was upset.

He took a deep breath. "Cami... I'll explain everything."

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The elevator door opened.

The hallway was softly lit, but it couldn't chase away the gloom in Connor's heart.

He led Camila inside, one hand holding hers, the other pulling the suitcase. "Let's go inside, it's a bit chilly out here," he whispered.

Camila didn't refuse, silently following Connor into the apartment.

She sat on the sofa. "Connor, we need to talk."

Connor nodded, sitting beside her and tightly holding her hand. "Cami, I'm sorry. I apologize," he said earnestly.

Camila gently pulled her hand away, her voice cold. "Connor, do you realize how disrespectful this was? Do you think you can just manipulate someone's life like this?"

Connor met her angry gaze and apologized sincerely. "I know what I did was wrong. I'm truly sorry. I promise nothing like this will happen again."