A One Night Stand With My Boss

After throwing up, Connor leaned against the sofa, his gaze blurry and his body reeking of alcohol.

Camila immediately unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to him. Connor took it and rinsed his mouth.

Gently patting his back, Camila asked in a soft voice, "Are you feeling okay?"

Connor’s drunken eyes met Camila’s gaze, he nodded slightly, his expression foggy yet oddly docile.

"Do you feel like throwing up again?" Camila asked gently.

Connor shook his head.

"Sit tight for a bit. I’ll get you some hangover relief."

Camila helped him sit upright against the sofa, then took the trash can filled with vomit to the bathroom. She fetched the first aid kit, grabbed a hangover pill, and poured a glass of warm water.

"Take this." Camila placed the pill in his palm, and Connor popped it into his mouth followed by a sip of warm water.

"Sorry." he murmured, his voice slightly deep.

Camila smiled tenderly, "It’s okay. Are you feeling a bit better now?"

Connor still felt dizzy and briefly closed his eyes, staggering to his feet. "I think I need to wash my face."

"I’ll help you." Camila supported him as they moved to the master bathroom.

After Connor washed his face, he leaned heavily on the sink. Camila stood beside him, worry filling her eyes.

Suddenly, Connor looked at her, his eyes still hazy. He blinked slowly and said. "I need to use the restroom."

Camila paused, blushing as she realized, and quickly stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. From outside, she called, "Be careful."

After a while, Connor steadied himself on the doorframe as he came out.

Camila immediately assisted him. "Are you hungry?" she asked.

At her question, Connor suddenly felt his hunger. Everything he had eaten at dinner had been thrown up, and his stomach was empty now. He nodded.

"Rest on the sofa for a bit. I’ll make you some soup." Camila said gently. She helped Connor to the sofa and carefully adjusted his position.

Connor nodded obediently and closed his eyes, leaning back on the sofa. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Camila got busy in the kitchen. She pulled out the ingredients she had prepared for pasta from the fridge. She laid all the ingredients out on the table.

She quickly cooked a plate of pasta and brought it to the table. The aroma wafted over, and Connor couldn’t help but slightly open his eyes. He saw Camila approaching with a plate of pasta, her face wearing a warm smile.

"Sir, your pasta is ready," Camila said softly.

Connor slowly got up and moved towards the dining table. Camila smiled, "Mr. Connor, happy birthday."

"Thank you!" Connor looked at the food in front of him, then back at Camila, suddenly moved. He slowly picked up a fork, twirled some pasta, and took a bite. This was definitely the best thing he had ever had in his life.

***

Emily was about to go to bed when she suddenly sneezed.

"What’s the matter? Caught a cold?" Peter asked anxiously.

Emily gently rubbed her nose and shook her head, "No."

She asked, "Is Connor spending his birthday with Logan and the others again this year?"

Peter gently held her hand and nodded.

"Ah, spending every birthday with his buddies," Emily sighed, "I hope next year he has someone special to celebrate with him."

"Our son loves your cooking the most," Peter said with a smile.

"That’s true, he says my pasta is the best in the world," Emily declared proudly.