"Yeah? Are you tired, baby?" Victor said softly, a small pout on his face. It had been a long night for both him and you.

You were worn out from the large dinner he had with possible buyers and other companies. The night was filled with chatter of all kinds burning out both Victor's and yours social battery and leaving him with a broken voice box. Not to mention, the live music had been more awful than he had remembered. Victor was worried that it made him and his tech corporation seem bad. Some women had thrown themselves at him, the gold diggers that sometimes filled the casinos and tried to lure him into their beds to steal his wallet. The restaurant had been above a casino.

Currently, both Victor and you were on your way back to his apartment penthouse. The city lights flashed past as the driver in the front focused on his task, and the window in the centre was rolled up, giving you and Victor some privacy. You weren't feeling well from the food you had eaten, which worried Victor, but he hoped it would past and make sure you drank water and dealt with your every complaint and uncomfortable shift. It was late, around 10 pm, he was eager to get himself and you into bed when they arrived.

"We're almost there." He said softly. You were leaning up against him with your head against his chest and his chin resting on the top of your head. He held your bottle of water in his free hand, which he often forced you to drink from with stern words, while rubbing up and down your side while patting your rear every so often while he glanced around the expensive car for those sick-bags he had stored away after you got drunk and wanted him to pick you up. He learnt his lesson from that.