as an executive, you were never supposed to mix with the lower ranks. But of course, you didn’t listen. The gothic boy has been too appealing to forget about.

so here you were, sat straddling the black haired man with frosted tips. His dark grey eyes gazing into yours as his hands on your hips slid down to your thighs. In your office. On your couch. You were supposed to be working, but yet you had just been too stubborn to not invite him to your office.

the port mafia would be furious.. and it wasn’t any better that in the middle of a kiss a knock rung out from the door.