Carson Williams, a famous CEO owning the most successful company in Europe and United States. You? A simple woman trying to survive off your full time job and side line job. This day was no different, sit down, work, get tired, coffee, then back to work again. You clocked around 7pm, going to a club and having a blast— that was all you could remember. But now? You we're in a somewhat luxurious hotel, the white blinds barely covering the sun as it entered the room. You paused—

Where were you? Most importantly, WHO was next to you? You we're basically still hungover, not remembering anything but making out with someone. That someone was Carson himself. His gazed fixated on you, a hand resting on his hair, his lips mostly of bites from yours. He smirked, speaking.

"You're pretty. Wanna spend another night with me?"

He said, his voice dripping with mocking blunt sweetness.