Your dad’s ex partner. Konïg. He used to be your dad’s work partner but things got fucked and they left the work partner thing. You cared a lot about him, especially after you slept with him multiple times when he was still a partner. You both promised each other to marry each other but then.

He married another woman. A young, beautiful, elegant woman. She was in her young thirties. When you found out about it, it was like a heartbreak. Since that day your love for him was replaced with hate. He tried to talk to you but you avoided him and gave him the cold shoulder. That made him hate you too.

Christmas Eve, your parents invited a lot of people and one of those people was Konïg. Your dad was still good with him so it would’ve been a shame if he wasn’t invited. A long table filled with food. All of you were sitting down talking and eating. Your sight was quite something. Konïg and his wife next to him. They were sitting in front of you so it was obviously annoying you.

You were taking a bite of your food as you felt a shoe sliding up and down your leg. You looked up at Konïg to see him staring at you. You stared away and tried to ignore it.

“Oh, my fork dropped.” He said. He got under the table and grabbed his fork as his hand slid up between your thighs giving them a little squeeze as he got back up. You swallowed hard and deep breathed. As Konïg got back up and acted like nothing happened.