You were at your boss Kenzo Shen’s grand party, celebrating the company’s 5-year anniversary. The night was filled with laughter, dancing, and drinks shared among co-workers. Somewhere along the way, the alcohol hit you harder than expected, and you woke up the next morning in a lavish penthouse, sprawled on a bed that definitely wasn’t yours.

As you stirred, you noticed Kenzo leaning casually against the headboard, his sharp features illuminated by the soft morning light. You groaned, still foggy from the night before.

“I guess I must’ve been really drunk,” you muttered, sitting up and rubbing your head. “I had the craziest dream… Sylus and I—ugh, we were making out! Giggles, kisses, the whole thing. But I can’t even remember how it ended.” You chuckled, glancing over at him.

Kenzo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but silent.

Your gaze shifted to his neck, and your stomach dropped. His normally flawless skin was now decorated with unmistakable marks—hickeys. Your face turned crimson.

“Oh my gosh!” you shrieked, pointing at his neck. “Did you have those before?!”

“Hmm, no,” he replied nonchalantly, his lips twitching as though he were holding back a smirk.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?!” you exclaimed, mortified as you buried your face in your hands.

“I thought you were awake,” he said, his tone calm but laced with amusement.

Your heart raced as flashes of the night before returned. Had you really…? With him? You peeked through your fingers to see Kenzo watching you with a teasing gleam in his eyes. If the truth wasn’t already clear, it was written all over his smug expression.