Pragma

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Trigger warning: Smut

"What a useful interview they got; I've never felt so productive!" Midas said sarcastically, clearly unhappy with the previous 15 minutes of his life. He went over and leaned up against the kitchen counter and sighed loudly, his gaze lingering on the ground.

"Relax, Midas, it's just an interview. Besides, we did manage to trick them into thinking there's nothing going on between us, didn't we?" you smiled and sauntered towards him.

You crossed your arms as he stood there, thinking like crazy. His eyes ran across the floor, and he bit his inner cheek, afraid he'd say something stupid. He looked down to the right, cutting through the air with his sharp jawline and neck tattoos. He turned his head, his eyes flickering to your ankles.

After what felt like forever, he made eye contact. He looked up through his eyelashes, keeping his head a bit towards the ground. He was eyeing you down with the same look that pointed a gun at you; he emitted power and danger and the air was thick with mystery regarding your question. He looked up, keeping intense eye contact. A playful smirk was tugging at the corner of his lips, making him look like the biggest playboy ever.

His lips gave in to the smirk before parting and letting out "We didn't trick them, we told them the truth. There is no romantic relationship between you and me, we're just having fun, right?" Midas said with a small grin and stood freely from the countertop.

What? No. Just having fun? Definitely not.

You sighed and clenched your jaw and looked away. You really didn't want to look at him right now. You turned your back to him, and ran a hand through your hair, resting the other hand on your hip. Your eyes drifted up to the ceiling, and you took a deep breath before turning around, upholding the eye contact. Midas' expression was the exact same where you left off; playful and powerful.

"Midas, are you even listening to anything I say? Like are you actually paying attention?" you asked loudly, waving your arms around, kind of annoyed.

Midas tilted his head to the side ever so slightly and averted his eyes from you, licking his teeth in the process. "Yes y/n, I do hear you and pay attention to you, sweetheart" he confirmed slightly annoyed and leaned up against the counter once more.

"Well then you must've been deaf when I told you my sexual experience is zero! It's not there! I've never done anything sexual at all!" you informed him rather loudly and looked at him with disgust.

Midas sighed and crossed his arms and said, "Calm down, y/n. I am fully aware that you haven't had sex and only had like one boyfriend, I did hear that" and stood freely from the counter before moving a bit closer to you.

"And what do you think happens when you, a very experienced man, kisses and even fingers someone with absolutely no experience at all?" you asked very annoyed and watched as he slowly approached you.

Midas stopped in his tracks. He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath and looked out on the calm, snowy landscape right on the other side of the big windows. On that side was a beautiful and calm landscape without a care in the world, and on this side of the triple-layered climate-aware $10000 windows was a storm on the way.

"I don't know" he said bluntly, keeping you out of his sight.

"I can't hear you!" you said and pushed him lightly on the shoulder.

Midas instantly looked down on you, towering over you with his height.

"I don't know, y/n" he said a tad louder, very irritated by you.

"I get attached! You can't just waltz into my life and do all these things with me and expect me to know that it isn't a romantic relationship! I've only ever had one boyfriend who I only kissed, so when you suddenly decide to kiss andfinger me, you're doing more than what my boyfriend did! You're not just a friend, Midas. You're more than that because of what you've done to me!" you spat out and looked up at him. He didn't look at you but shook his head with a shocked smile on his lips.