you and your enemy, liam are mafia bosses. you guys hate each other to the core. from fighting to even holding each other at gunpoint.

you sat on his desk, in your thong and bra, smoking a cigarette. liam laid on his office couch, staring at the ceiling as he also smoked a cigarette.

yes. you guys angrily hooked up all night due to a fight. you scoff.

"can't believe i fucked my own enemy." you snickered, huffing out smoke.

"neither can i." liam scowled.