A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila sighed disheartedly.

However, Enca was ecstatic, screaming several times in excitement. “Oh my gosh, out of the millions of people in this city, how did you end up having a one-night stand with him? It’s fate! You two are already on speaking terms, girl. Seize the chance and win him over!”

Camila choked on her own saliva from Erica’s blunt words and coughed a few times. “What fate? This is a disaster! Plus, he denied ever meeting me. It was as if he was relieved.” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

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“What! That jerk! Acting like he doesn’t recognize you after doing the deed! You were still a virgin!” Erica exclaimed angrily.

Camila shook her head. “Not really. Actually, when I woke up, he did mention he would take responsibility…”

“Then let him take responsibility! Future Inc. is very promising, and

a wealthy wife!” Erica said eamestly.

“out to go public soon. You could transform overnight into

Camila’s eyelids drooped, a veil of sadness clouding her eyes. “I don’t want to marry for money, and I’ve no plans for marriage, you know that..

“Your father’s negative influence on you runs too deep” Erica’s brows furrowed tightly, and Camila fell silent at the mention of his biological father, forcing Erica to change the subject

“Lily has arranged a dinner this weekend. Don’t forget, okay?”

After the day’s shocks, Camila quickly fell asleep after hanging up the phone. She had that nightmare again.

Claire, alone in the hospital after childbirth, faced Camila’s despised father with his mistress and a little boy. Her father stood in front of her mother, staring menacingly at the newborn Camila.

The mistress sneered. Camila’s father harshly spat, “Useless woman, couldn’t even bear a son.” Then he s n a t c h e d Camila from the crying Claire and violently threw her to the ground…

Camila woke up with a start.

The night was pitch black, so dark she could see nothing. Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she glanced at the clock. It was five in the morning.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. It had been a long time since she’d had such a nightmare.

She sat motionless on her bed, staring out the window, feeling completely drained. After a long while, she slowly got up and took a cold shower.

After getting dressed in her business attire and applying some lipstick, she headed to Connor’s place.

The morning was clear of traffic, and it took less than an hour by taxi.

Connor lived in Fairmount’s top luxury, Cedarhill Estate, where even the cheapest home was worth a fortune.

Camila got authorized at the gate and then looked around the residential area. There was a quiet, mysterious garden. The entrance, full of ceremonial grandeur, offered a clear view of the layered relationship between the landscape and the buildings. The eye-catching tiered water plaza at the center echoed the main gateway, blending life and art seamlessly.

She boarded the community’s private vehicle and, accompanied by a security guard, arrived at the building where Connor lived.

The guard used his badge at the elevator entrance and then his fingerprint, opening the elevator doors. Bowing slightly, the guard gestured politely. “Ms. Camila, please, the elevator goes directly to the 58th floor.”

“Thank you.” Camila entered, and the elevator swiftly ascended, arriving shortly.

As she stepped out of the elevator the adjacent doors opened simultaneously. A man in his fifties, dressed in a suit and carrying a large bag, stopped upon seeing Camila. Politely, he asked, “Are you the new personal assistant?”

Camila nodded and smiled back, “Hello, I’m Camila

“Nice to meet you, Camila. I’m the housekeeper here. Call me David.” David lifted his hand, smiling, “You’re early. Please, come in.”