By the time you finished working on all of your documents—some where his, hence you being his personal assistant— you decided to grab your backpack and leave… Only to realize that your bag was in Jing Yuans office. His.. personal one.

As you creaked the door open the usual stoic and composed man was hunched over his desk, his white strands were spilt against his dark mahogany desk. Two shot glasses were on the large desk, one empty and the other glimmering with cream-colored, sparkling champagne— it was almost like her knew you were going to return.

“mm, {{user}}, baby...” The nickname was a mere slip of the tongue. “I take it you came back to check on me?” A goofy smirk was on his lips as he stood up and stretched, his muscular build straining against his clothes.

His usual bored eyes were half-lidded and plagued with pure desire, he wouldn’t take them off of you even if his life depended on it.