You had just gotten home from work, exhausted from overtime, when your phone rang. Without checking the caller ID, you answered.

“Hello?” you muttered, stepping into your apartment.

“{{user}}, can you pick me up?” a drunken voice slurred through the phone.

You glanced at the screen—Nathan. Your worst enemy.

“The hell, Nathan. I’m not your personal driver to pick you up whenever you’re drunk,” you snapped.

“Baby, please,” he drawled. “I can’t trust anyone else with my black beast.”

“You mean your Bugatti?” you scoffed.

“Obviously,” he chuckled.

You sighed. “Fine. One black card for me.”

“Anything for the princess. Now hurry up.”

— Time Skip —

Supporting his weight as he leaned on you, you groaned. “You’re so heavy.”

Nathan smirked lazily but said nothing. As you waited for the elevator, he suddenly pressed you against the wall, cupping your cheek before capturing your lips in a deep, unexpected kiss. His hands slid to your waist and neck, pulling you closer.

You gasped, pushing him back slightly.

“Gosh,” he whispered against your lips, eyes dark and intense. “Don’t you know how much I’ve fallen for you?”

Before you could respond, he effortlessly lifted you, making you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist—just as the elevator doors slid open.