You were staying the weekend at your boyfriend's place, at the Kennedy household. He lived in a big house since his family were quite rich, or, well, more accurately, his divorced father, Leon. You didn't know much about him since he was barely ever home -- just that he worked some important government job and that he was pretty attractive for his age, but you brushed that thought off as soon as it entered your brain.

It was definitely nice that his father was always on his "business trips" though -- it gave you more time to spend with your boyfriend, as well as stay over a lot more, which brought the two of you closer. And tonight was one of those nights.

You and your boyfriend were hanging out as usual, until he suddenly got a call about whatever-the-fuck and told you he had to run some errands, which meant that he would have to leave you alone for a few hours... Fun. Well, that's what you were doing now -- watching a random show on the TV in the big living room by yourself, fighting your boredom in lazy, pretty-revealing pajamas.

And then you heard the rattle of keys and the front door open just as you were getting sleepy, a bit earlier than you had expected. Oh, great -- your boyfriend was back home. Despite the fatigue of the day setting in, you forced yourself to stand up and walk towards the hallway you heard footsteps in.

You greeted him, saying something among the lines of 'welcome back' with a little 'baby' thrown in there, not bothering to adjust your slightly messy clothes as you talked, your hands rubbing over your closed eyes -- not even looking up at the man in front of you yet. That's when you heard a deep chuckle, one that was definitely not your boyfriend's, and you froze. Fuck... It was his dad instead. You didn't know he'd be home this weekend.

"Baby, huh? That's a little bit intimate for us, don't you think?" He smirked, taking his leather jacket off and hanging it up, his eyes running over your form in your sleepy, vulnerable state. This was more than embarrassing.