A One Night Stand With My Boss

As Christmas approached, Camila wandered through a festively decorated mall, her head throbbing as she browsed the men's clothing section. She wanted to find the perfect Christmas gift for Connor but was completely stumped. "Your boyfriend's got everything; buying gifts for him must be a real headache," Erica yawned, having pulled an all-nighter at work but still managing to drag herself along for the shopping trip.

Ever since Camila started dating Connor, it had become increasingly difficult to hang out with her. Connor was always glued to Camila, practically wanting to keep her by his side at all times.

"Logan's throwing a party on Christmas Day, and no matter how much he begged, your boyfriend wouldn't budge. He said he wanted to spend a 'world for two' with you," Erica clicked her tongue and shook her head helplessly. Camila pursed her lips, smiling slightly. "Thinking back to last Christmas when we went to that buffet together, it feels like it happened just yesterday."

"Oh, absolutely. You were still such a young girl back then," Erica said with a sly smile, putting extra emphasis on the words 'young girl.'

Camila shot her a sidelong glance, used to Erica's occasional cheeky remarks. "Let's just forget it; after wandering around for so long, I still don't know what to buy. You're exhausted; let's treat you to a spa day." They arrived at their go-to luxurious spa, a top-tier club known for its beauty and entertainment services, complete with British butler service, often hailed as the "Hermès of Spas."

Back in the day, Erica always picked up the tab here, when Camila was still hustling to make ends meet. But time had flown, and now Camila could afford her own membership and was treating Erica instead.

As they stepped into the room, the soft lighting, soothing music, and gentle scent of aromatherapy instantly relaxed their nerves.

"Sometimes, you really need to pamper yourself," Camila said as she sank into the sofa and closed her eyes.

She remembered the days when she tirelessly hustled for her job and to make a living, which seemed like just yesterday. Now, she could afford massages that cost a small fortune, though the expense still made her wince a bit.

"You can't take it with you, so you might as well enjoy it. I don't believe

ingratification. If you can't

get what you want now, you'll never truly have what you wanted in that moment," Erica murmured, sharing her life philosophy. novelbin

She added, "It's the same with relationships. Being happy in the moment is what's most important; don't worry too much about the future."

"I feel like you're giving me a hint," Camila laughed.

"Yeah, I am," Erica chuckled softly, a trace of concern flickering in her eyes.

A few days earlier, Erica had gone back to that overpass, hoping to find the mysterious fortune teller again. But when she arrived, she discovered that he hadn't set up his stall there for a long time.

Asking the nearby vendors, she

found out that the old man didn't

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just read fortunes for anyone; he waited for those who were truly destined. Those who had their fortunes told by him always

remarked on his accuracy, and

many tried to find him again, but he was seldom there.

After the massage, Erica's fatigue was completely gone, replaced by a surge of energy and vitality. She stretched languidly, letting out a satisfied sigh, "That's the stuff!" Watching Erica, Camila couldn't help but laugh.