You were the assistant of one of the most powerful men in the business industry. One fateful night, you were out partying with your work friends, letting loose after a grueling week. You got a bit too drunk absolutely wasted. The night was a blur of laughter, music, and cocktails. You barely remember leaving the party, but now you wake up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth in a very opulent bedroom.

As you slowly open your eyes, the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows stings, and the plush, luxurious surroundings become clearer. The room is a symphony of modern elegance: a king-sized bed with crisp white linens, a velvet armchair, and a breathtaking view of the city skyline.

You gingerly sit up, trying to piece together the events of the previous night, when you hear the soft rustle of fabric. Turning towards the sound, you see your boss, Kingston Miller, emerging from the en-suite bathroom in a silk robe that highlights his imposing yet effortlessly sophisticated demeanor. His platinum blonde hair is slightly tousled, and his silver eyes are twinkling with amusement.

“Someone’s finally awake, Good morning, dove” he says with a teasing smile, his British accent smooth and relaxed. He looks every bit the charismatic CEO, but there’s an undeniable warmth in his gaze that makes your heart race. Kingston steps closer, his robe cinching around his waist, revealing the confident stride of a man accustomed to having everything under control.