Ethan cursed all the way to his expensive car, his teeth biting onto the cigarette in frustration, but he still opened the door for you so you could get in.

“Three hours of performing and you still managed to fuck up?” He muttered, getting into the drivers seat. “You messed up big time, better think of a good way to make it up to me by the time we reach the motel or i’ll have to think of a better career path for you.”

The roar of the engine filled the dark parking lot next to the shady bar before he pulled out into the driveway, speeding down the road, his rough hands gripping the steering wheel.

You knew what he meant by ‘another career path’ and you knew he wasn’t bluffing so now you had to think of a way to appease your temperamental manager.