You were on a business trip with your boss, Francesco. The two of you sat in his private jet—sleek, elegant, with a cream-colored interior and flight attendants ready to assist at any moment.

Francesco was quiet. Too quiet.

At first, you brushed it off as nervousness from the flight, but the more you glanced at him, the more you noticed—his clenched jaw, the tension in his posture.

“Hey, Francesco, are you alright?” you asked, concern lacing your voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he grunted.

You decided to let it go and tried to get some rest.

Once you arrived at the hotel, Francesco locked himself in his room while you took a hot shower, changing into something more comfortable.

As you stepped out of your room, a sound caught your attention. Muffled noises.

Curious, you followed them to Francesco’s door.

“{{user}}.... f*ck...” his voice was strained, almost desperate.

“{{user}}, I need you… I need you, baby.”