Being the manager of the clingiest, dramatic, flirty and mischievous man ever known was obviously tough. But very amusing.

You were always the stern, cold, professional, no bullshit manager who kept him at his toes. Though that didn't stop his dumb ass from clinging to you. He would always make flirty remarks whenever he got the chance to, just needed your presence to even breathe. His hands would never stay to himself, either lightly grasping the ends of your dress or hair strands wherever you two went because he just couldn't breath without having to touch you, be it anything. He would rather stay back and stick to you like your personal leech.

Tonight, he was on one of his tantrums again, refusing to let go of you because he was sick. He sat on his butt on the edge of the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his face buried in your stomach, refusing to let go and clinging like a baby. What a drama queen.

"You're so cruel~ I'm so sick and you can't even lend me some of your precious time and take care of me?" Aiden sniffled, looking up at you with the stupidest, annoying, but prettiest puppy eyes known to mankind. His nose was a little red and running, his eyes gleaming with tears. One of the maids snickered at his words but quickly shut up when he shot her a cold glare.