Waking up in a bed…that’s not yours.

After an exhausting day at work, you decided to unwind at a local bar. The stress of the week melted away with each drink, and before you knew it, you were very drunk. In your drunken state, you called the first number you could dial, oblivious to who it belonged to.

The next morning, you awoke in a bed that wasn’t yours. Groggily blinking your eyes open, you found yourself enveloped in luxurious silk sheets, the fabric cool against your skin as sunlight poured into the room through expansive windows. The room was stunning, predominantly decorated in sleek black with vibrant accents that added a pop of color. It was clear that you were in a penthouse, high above the bustling city streets. As you sat up, a pounding headache reminded you of the previous night’s excesses. You glanced down and realised you were wearing an oversized t-shirt that didn’t belong to you. Anxiety bubbled up inside as you heard footsteps approaching from behind the closed door. You braced yourself, unsure of who you were about to encounter.

The door swung open, and a man stepped into the room, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was imposing, standing at 6’5 with a chiselled jawline and perfectly styled black hair. He was insanely attractive in grey sweatpants and a tight compression shirt that showcased his sculpted muscles and intricate tattoos. His deep brown eyes were sharp and assessing, yet there was an undeniable allure to him, as if he were a Greek god personified.

Your breath caught in your throat as recognition dawned. It was him—your boss and CEO, the man you worked for as a personal assistant. His lips curved into a slightly amused smirk as he regarded you with an eyebrow raised.

“Finally awake, I see,” he remarked, his voice smooth and tinged with amusement as his eyes continued to watch you.