Chapter 86
After his stomach had settled, he finally began to recover. He unbuttoned his shirt and splashed his face with cold water to freshen up.
“Mr. Connor, are you feeling better?” Camila asked.
A few seconds later, Connor opened the bathroom door, his face still speckled with droplets of water.
Camila pulled out a few tissues from her purse and carefully dabbed his face dry. “Still feeling sick?” she asked softly.
“Much better.”
Camila unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it into his mouth, explaining, “I know you don’t like sweets, but your mouth must be filled with the bitter taste of alcohol. Although it won’t sober you up. I’ll make your mouth feel a bit better.”
Connor held the candy in his mouth, leaning weakly against the wall.
The orange flavor slowly spread through his mouth, mingling with his saliva before he swallowed. “Too sweet, he muttered, his brow furrowing slightly in discomfort.
Seeing his docile demeanor, Camila couldn’t help but smile.
“What’s so funny?” Connor asked, slightly annoyed.
“Why don’t
you like sweets?”
“They’re just too cloying and disgusting.”
“Didn’t you
“No”
eat candy as a
a child?”
They stood chatting by the bathroom door until the candy had completely dissolved in Connor’s mouth.
Retuming to the hall, Camila was shocked by the scene before them. The villa had been invaded by a bevy of scantily clad women.
Everywhere, there were embraces, kisses, and more explicit actions taking place unabashedly in the presence of others. Some men had already disappeared, likely into one of the bedrooms.
It was a real eye opener to the decadent world of the wealthy.
“You two disappeared for so long, finally decided to show up?” Seeing they emerged together Logan teased.
Connor shot him a glare
Logan leaned in and whispered, “I tried to get the property management company to terminate the supermarket contract, but Pamela rejected it. She must have checked up on it‘
The Weiss family was a major shareholder in Passos Corporation, and had more authority than Connor, who was not employed by the company.
Connor frowned. “Have the driver take her home,” Connor said sternly.
Camila paused, puzzled by what Logan might have whispered, and why Connor chose not to leave. The scene around her was hard to
ignore
She smiled and said, “Thank you for the hospitality, Mr. Logan. I won’t disturb you any longer.”
Before leaving, she glanced once more at the various intimate acts around the sofa area, feeling a bit stifled.
Connor said, “I’ll walk you out”
Logan added, “Together.”
The two men escorted Camila out of the villa, Connor specifically instructing the driver to drive safely. “Text me when you get home.” “Will do Camila managed a strained smile.
“All men are the same. You got your fair share of girls and still pretend to care about me?” Camila thought to herself.
“Mr. Connor, Mr. Logan, good night,” she said as she got into the car, which slowly drove away from the villa. Connor stood under the porch, lighting a cigarette.
Logan continued. “Pamela found out about the police station issue and rejected the termination using the excuse that the contract hadn’t expired and that re–tendering would cost. She doesn’t want you interfering with Passos Corporation.”
“Also, I heard Haylie’s back in town.”
Connor smoked silently, expressionless.
“As your friend, I advise you to think about your feelings for her–are they guilt, gratitude, or something more.” Logan said earnestly.