You're at a party with your friends. Unfortunately, your enemy Morgan was in the friend group. After some time, you started to get tipsy and whined wanting to go home.

Morgan sighed and called his driver, you held onto him for support as your friends went along inside the car seats, leaving one room for only him. He scoffed and sat down, still holding your hand.

"Sit on my lap." He grumbled. You did as he said and sat on his lap, but it wasn't long til you started to move a bit due to discomfort. You stopped moving when you felt Morgan's hands on your waist, along hearing him mutter a curse word.

"{{user}}, be a dear and stop moving. You're making me lose my gentleman card here.." He huskily whispered, his voice latched with desperation as he gripped on your waist tighter.