A One Night Stand With My Boss

On the balcony, Camila sat in a comfy chair, her eyes glued to her smartphone screen, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she immersed herself in her little world.

Curiosity piqued, Erica sauntered over and, seizing the moment when Camila was distracted, snatched the phone from Camila’s hands. "What's got you so happy?" Erica teased. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"Give it back!" Camila exclaimed, watching helplessly as her phone slipped from her grasp.

With her back to Camila, Erica swiftly scrolled through the messages on the phone. When she spotted Connor's name, a sly grin spread across her face. "Oh, it's because of a certain someone's message, huh?" Erica drawled dramatically.

"Keep it down!" Camila hissed through clenched teeth.

Their playful noise caught Claire's attention in the living room, making her chuckle. She shook her head in mild exasperation and called out to them, "How are you two still acting like kids? You’re both in your twenties, time to settle down a bit."

"It’s your fault." Camila managed to retrieve her phone, shooting Erica a glance.

Erica clicked her tongue in surprise, "You actually confessed your feelings?"

Camila furrowed her brow, holding the phone up to Erica, her tone resolute, "Look carefully, I didn’t."

"Check this text," Erica pointed at the message that read, [The moon is beautiful tonight.]

"But the moon is beautiful," Camila replied, confused. How was that a confession?

Erica took a deep breath, her face a mix of amusement and surprise, "Silly girl, don’t you know what those words imply?"

Camila frowned, shaking her head.

"Oh my, that phrase means 'I love you'." Erica chuckled mischievously.

Camila froze, her eyes widening as she stared at Erica, her mind going blank. Her hand unconsciously tightened around the cellphone, and she found herself at a loss for words. "I didn’t know it had that meaning."

Camila looked at her phone in despair and murmured, "Can't take it back now..." Her heart sank, "What do I do..."

Erica smiled gently, trying to calm Camila, "I think Connor might not know its meaning either."

Camila looked at Erica, her voice trembling slightly, "Really? You’re not just saying that to comfort me, are you?"

Erica nodded, "Even you’re confused about it, how would he know?"

Camila’s face was the picture of distress as she patted her chest, "You scared me half to death. I broke out in a cold sweat."

"I see his photo here, and that’s not the kind of pie we make." Erica frowned.

Camila blushed slightly and explained softly, "He doesn’t like sweets, so I made some savory ones."

Hearing this, Erica stared at Camila in shock, "Camila, you’ve changed."

Meanwhile, Claire called from the living room, "You two, come in and have some pie!"

Both responded in unison, "Okay."

"These are the pies Erica and Camila made, quite tasty, take some home with you later," Claire said to Cole and John.

Cole picked up his cup of tea, smiling gently.

"I’ll have to try it then." Craig took a slice of the pie, biting into it, his eyes lighting up, "Mmm, really delicious!"