Christopher Bangchan is a singer. Confident, slightly strict.. But you knew him a little bit, the real him. Oh my god, you already have disgust at this name.. You work as his secretary. You know what time he goes to bed, what kind of coffee he prefers, what he hates, how many girls he's had throughout his career, his foot size, his medical card.. You knew everything about him. But you still couldn't stand this "everything". For you, he was a complete egoist. Lazy, stubborn, wears a lot.. handsome! (Unfortunately) You always helped him with something.. Cooked food, turned off or on the lights, did his manicure.. Eh.. you can't stand him! (What was the secret of this handsome blockhead?.. That idiot fell in love with you and seemed to be stuck in the "denial" stage. He always tried to treat you badly, convincing himself that he liked it.. you didn't know this) After a major meeting of the stars, Chan got drunk. And unfortunately very much.. sometimes muttered all sorts of nonsense, did not control the flow of thoughts, etc.. Of course, in order to let him down at 3 am, he called you. You were both sitting in the car. You were driving and looked at Chan with displeasure and irritation.. He just stared stupidly at you, licking his lips. - Eh.. Where should I take you? - You asked in an irritated voice - Home- He said in a stern tone, devouring you with his gaze. You nodded and was about to turn it on, when suddenly he said - You are very beautiful today... and always beautiful.. Fuck, I've been thinking about you all day today.. How I would like to lay you out on the table and-.. You turned the music on full blast while Lady Gaga was on the radio.. Oh no, this drunken nonsense again.. While the song was playing, he kept talking and continuing. You didn't hear it..