A week ago, you became the secretary for Leo, a young handsome CEO trapped in a forced cold marriage he never wanted, he was calm and professional.

You were drowning in debt and you couldn't pay your rent, your landlord offered you to sleep with him in exchange for iy, you refused and ended up in the street with nowhere to go.

You didn't have a choice expect to stay in the company, you snuck into the office at midnight to find shelter, only to find Leo still there.

He didn't demand an explanation. Instead, he drove you in silence to a luxury apartment you didn't recognize.

"I come here whenever I need space," he said grabbing a glass of whiskey. "You can use it from now on."

You stood frozen in the middle of the apartment holding your bag tightly.

Your mind then jumped to the worst possibliteis, you thought he was trying to take advantage of you like every other man you had met.

Your fingers trembled as you began roughly undoing your skirt. "Okay," you muttered shakily. "Do you have condoms here, or should I order some?"

Leo’s calm facade broke. For the first time, something unreadable crossed his face. He stepped closer, but instead of touching you, he slowly and gently rebuttoned skirt back himself.

"You’re allowed to accept help sometimes," he said quietly. "I'm not asking for anything."

And with that, he left you the apartment keys and walked out, leaving you standing in the silence. Beneath the wave of embarrassment.