Chapter 81
A One Night Stand With My Boss ( Maia Sanchez )
Chapter 81
Emerging from the bathroom, Rita spotted Camila and paused briefly before greeting her with a warm smile. âCamila, come join us for poker.â
Before Camila could reply, a deep voice from a man nearby interjected âShe doesnât know how.â
Feeling slightly awkward among the group, and under their scrutinizing gazes, Camila felt uneasy. She asked quietly, âMay I just watch?â Connor nodded subtly, keeping his composure, âGo ahead.â
With a smile. Camila stood up to join Rita.
As Camila walked away, Derek beside Connor asked, âIs she yourâ¦?â
âSecretary.â
Derek laughed, âThat secretary of yours is a bit too pretty, donât you think?â
Conhor replied coolly, âI only care about her work skills.â
âSeems she has some special skills. You even bring her to Loganâs private birthday bash, someone smirked mischievously nearby.
Connor gave him a glance, his eyes filled with a murderous intent.
The man quickly laughed it off, lighting a cigar for himself. âMy bad, Iâll take a penalty drink.â He downed a glass of bourbon in one gulp.
Logan chuckled even harder. âLooks like Connorâs really serious this time. You guys better watch it and not mess with someone you shouldnât
Connor shot him a look, took a puff of his cigarette and warned, âKeep talking nonsense, and you might not see your next birthday.â
A flicker of surprise crossed Loganâs face as he feigned hurt, âAre you really going to bump me off over a woman, Connor? I thought I was your favorite.â
âCut the crap, or I turn on you,â Connor warned with a glare.
Derek mocked, âLogan, go look in the mirror in the restroom. Do you really think your face can compete with a beauty?â
Logan threw a pillow at him, laughing, âAmong men, Iâm only slightly less handsome than Connor. As for you guys, Iâd beat you in secondsâ
The guests at the birthday party were all familiar faces, each man confident in his looks, leading to a childish argument.
âLetâs have a fight then. The winner is the handsomest.â Derek clenched his fist, showing off his muscles.
Logan, tall with a gentle face, dismissed the idea, âArenât we too old for this? Weâre nearly thirty
He pointed to his head, âSome people are all brawn and no brains.â
Derek had no interest in taking over the family business, and it wasnât his turn either. He happily lived off a vast annual trust fund. âPeople only live for a few decades. I must have accumulated a lot of good karma in my past life to enjoy life this way now, I donât understand why you all bother so much. Our family wealth is enough to squander for generations.â
âHa, my cousin lost eight hundred million after graduation, and his dad forbade him from starting any more businesses, told him just to spend the family money and consider it his contribution, someone laughed,
âAmong us, Connorâs the real deal, running a robotics company. Truly an inspiration.â
Connor lounged on the sofa, puffing on his cigar, looking utterly detached.
A breathtakingly beautiful woman slowly approached. She was a wellâknown socialite in the circle, having climbed the social ladder through her relationships with wealthy men. She was invited to sing at Loganâs party because of her beautiful voice.
Tara approached with a smile, sitting on the armrest next to Logan. Logan turned to her, signaling with his eyes for her to sit next to the empty seat by Connor.