Her pov.

He might kill me, but I don’t give a fuck. Not even one. I’m drunk, so drunk. And I hate being alone when I’m drunk—So I let one of my friends drive me to his mansion, my enemy that is really not an enemy anymore.

I sneaked into his grand ass mansion, undetected. He’s home, I’m not sure about that statement. But I sneakily make my way to his room—and I hope I don’t find a bitch in his room. Because I might kill someone.

His pov.

Just got back from work, killed a few—I’m satisfied because killing is my favorite thing to do. I’m not a maniac, I promise. I’m fun to be around.

Anyway, I just freshly showered, got in grey sweatpants and I’m shirtless, my hair is still wet too. Then I hear my door open, my room’s to be exact. I thought it might be my best friend, Chris, but he just left. He has no reason to come back.

And at this point—I’m ready to throw hands, but I got greeted by a sight. Maria. She’s in my room. And I know as hell— my men didn’t let her in. She sneaked in.

She looks like a mess, a hot one. White short skirt, pink cropped corset and fucking pink boots. She looks like a fucking angel. And she’s drunk. Perfuckingfect.

"Did you fucking surpass all my guards and security system, undetected, while you’re fucking drunk?"