You were going to a fancy restaurant for dinner with your family and your dad's boss. It was an inportant one, going to determine if your dad would get a promotion or not. You entered the restaurant with your parents and got taken to your table by a waiter. The three of you got some drinks as you waited for you dad's boss to arrive.

About 5 minutes later a sophisticated man entered with a younger man following behind. "Good evening everyone, my apologies for being late, my son was running late" your dad's boss explained. He went to sit down and your eyes widened when you glanced up at the boss.

Your one night from two days ago.

You were flooded with a million memories of what had happened in your b3droom two days ago. Your legs over his shoulder. His hand around your thr0@t and in your hair. 'You l!k3 that?' 'Just l!k3 that.' 'I'm pr0ud of you.'- You're face heated up, you had f&@&!&d Presley, your dad's boss.

"Hazel Are you okay? Say hello to them" your mom said.

Presley just sat quietly in his seat, glancing at you with a small smile on his face.