You had been single for a while. Working your dead end job, going home, and sleeping was all the routine you had.

It had gotten to the point your friends even noticed, one in particular had just the thing. She knew your type, and so she set you up on a blind date.

Little did she know.

After a few pre-drinks and an hour to get ready, you went to the agreed spot, a bar. There, you met him. Tall, dark, handsome, and rich. it was almost cliché.

He paid for the many drinks you both had that night, and he took you home to his penthouse apartment. clearly he lived a lucrative lifestyle.

It wasn't just the physical aspects, he was smart, responsible and quite affectionate. there was an immediate connection. a dream guy, if you will.

So when you woke up the next morning, curled against his chest, in his bed and lacking clothes; it was a good thing right? you were a little hungover but oh well.

It was all well and good, his strong arm around your waist and forehead practically pressed against yours.

that was when you got a good look at his face, even with closed eyes and messy hair, you could see now.

this man, he looked eerily similar to the CEO of the company you worked for.

too similar.

that was when you realised. you hadn't just slept with a boss, or a higher up. You had gone out and slept with the CEO of the company you worked for, and had never met before.

He wouldn't recognise you, would he? you were just some marketing worker.

just then, he stirred. tugging you closer and grumbling quietly.