A One Night Stand With My Boss ( Maia Sanchez )
Chapter 359

The alarm on her phone blared, jolting Camila awake. She fumbled to silence it before shutting her eyes again.

The person next to her was in a deep sleep, completely unaffected by the noise.

Feeling a bit annoyed, Camila opened her eyes, glanced at Connor, and gave him a gentle kick.

Connor grunted, groggily opening his eyes to meet Camila's irritated gaze. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "What's wrong?" he murmured.

Camila shot him a glare. He had kept her up all night with his relentless advances, only stopping a couple of hours ago.

"I planned to take a personal day today!"

Connor chuckled softly, nibbling at her ear, his fingers slipping under the hem of her skirt, his eyes darkening.

""Alright," he said.

Camila gasped, suddenly realizing his intention. She tried to pinch his waist, but his muscles were too firm, barely yielding under her grip. Her fingers ached from the effort, which, in his eyes, seemed more like playful teasing. Connor embraced her tightly, and they made love once again.

It wasn't until David arrived with breakfast that Connor finally let out a satisfied sigh and stopped.

Connor wiped her down, looked into her moist eyes, and kissed her gently.

Camila lay there, exhausted and breathless, lightly drumming her fists against his chest.

Connor smiled down at her, took her hand, and gently massaged it.

He covered her with the blanket and kissed her forehead. "Rest well, I'm off to work."

Camila had no strength left to talk. The man's energy was overwhelming, and she soon drifted into a deep sleep.

When Camila next opened her eyes, it was already bright outside. She stretched lazily.

She reached for her phone, frowning slightly when she noticed it was turned off.

Beside it was a note: "Cami, breakfast is still warm on the table. I turned off your phone. Text me when you get up (heart)."

Camila looked at the clumsily drawn

heart and couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. He really hadn't inherited any of his father's artistic talent.

After turning on her phone and texting Connor, she got up to freshen up.

She found the dining table laden with all her favorite foods.

After eating, she returned to the master bedroom, which showed no trace of last night's escapades. The sheets and covers had been changed. Connor had even managed to tidy up the bedroom before he left.

It seemed like he hardly needed any sleep, his stamina seemingly inexhaustible.

Camila shivered slightly.

***

With nothing else planned for the afternoon, Camila decided to visit her mother.

She took a taxi home.

As she entered, she saw her mother Claire and Cole busy in the kitchen, the delicious aroma of dinner preparation filling the air, enveloping her in the warmth and happiness of home.

Hearing the door, Claire turned around, her face lighting up with a radiant smile upon seeing her daughter.

"Cami, you're back! Cole is cooking dinner for you; it'll be ready soon."

Camila walked over and hugged her mother gently. "Mom, Cole, thanks for your hard work."

Claire responded tenderly, "Craig will also be back for dinner later."

Cole put down his spatula, turned to them with a kind smile. "You two go relax, I've got the kitchen under control. Dinner will be ready

swortly."

"Alright, just shout if you need any help," Claire said warmly, looking at Cole.

Cole patted his chest confidently. "Nothing I can't handle, you can leave the kitchen to me."