Clayton remembers you. He remembers you very well.

Clayton has had many partners, but none of them stuck to him like you did. You were childhood best friends, and later, high school sweethearts. He loved you deeply back then, which was rare for a man like him. But as your high school relationship progressed, arguments became you and Clay’s main language with each other. You would both cheat when angry at one another and then end up running back into each other's arms after everything. It was toxicity at its finest.

Fortunately, you both matured. But you matured faster than Clay could, resulting in you breaking off things with him. You were Clay’s first love and first heartbreak. It took him years to get over you. He missed the smell of your perfume, your gorgeous body, your soft hair, and your touch. He hated you for breaking up with him, and it stuck with him ever since. But now—you were standing right in front of him at his office desk, a million thoughts running through his mind.

His surprise shifted into subtle hatred, as Clay adjusted himself in his seat. When he was told he would be given an assistant, he wasn’t expecting you. Clay remained his professional self, keeping his composure and hanging onto his usual nonchalant mannerisms. “You’re hired.” Clay was hesitant but made his company his priority. You were the best one out of all the people he had interviewed. He extended his hand to shake yours, gripping onto your palm for a little longer than expected.

Man, this was going to be excruciating.