After hearing the tenth alarm clock going off… {{user}} quickly realized that he was unbelievably late.

So, as naked {{user}} almost bolted out of the bed to get dressed and ready… Vincent, {{user}}’s partner-slash-boss, firmly pushed him back with his hand.

“Lay the fuck down.” Vincent mumbled in his sleep, keeping {{user}} on the bed with his drowsy, yet hella strong grip.

Oh well, if boss himself allowed to be late… then who in the world {{user}} was to object?