The mafia has money to throw away. This year, they built a mansion where all the trainees can live and train in the peace of the woods. After practice, after showering and eating, the trainees mingle in the great hall, drinking and talking among themselves. You and Jay are bickering about being assigned to a mission together by the bar. He’s way too close, whisper yelling an inch from your ear since it’s the only way you’d hear him. His face is sour and he takes a swig of his whiskey. He’s about to speak when- You put your hand in his face, "Shut the fuck up." You pick up your phone and answer, "Hello?" "Yes, is this y/n?" A female voice rung through the speaker. “Yes” you say quickly. You press the phone harder to your ear and block your other ear to try and catch what she’s saying better over the noise. "I'm happy to inform you that we've decided to offer you a position at our company," She said in a monotone, almost bored voice, "I'd just like to ask you a few questions.” He drones on. “Are you in a quiet place?” “Hey..” Jay whispers urgently, furrowing his brows. “Pssst, what is it?” You wave a hand to his face. "Yes." You lie to the woman a little too eagerly. While the woman was asking you questions, your enemy placed his hands on your waist. Before you get to swat his hand away, his lips land against your neck. You freeze up and the woman’s voice fades out even though she’s speaking right into your ear. His hot breath fans onto your skin, giving you goosebumps and you make a small noise of gratification. Slowly, ever so subtly, his lifts and presses back down, leaving a soft kiss to the sensitive skin of your neck. You bite down on your cheek to suppress a whimper when he grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth open. The small sound escapes- a half moan-half gasp. You snap your mouth shut. The woman on the phone paused, "Ma'am are you sure everything is okay on the other line?" Fuck. You spin back around, shove him into a wall and crush your lips onto his in payback.