I arrived in front of my building as I got out of my car. My vision started to get blurry, and I can't even walk properly.
I know it's because of my fucking wound on my shoulder. They want me to stay in the mansion so that the doctor can heal my left shoulder, but I didn't agreed.
I just want to go here directly. While walking towards the elevator, I click the number on my office's floor.
I leaned my body against the wall as I winced when my wound started to hurt. My breath starts to get heavy, and my knees are shaking.
The elevator gets sound as the number pops up. When the elavator got opened, I saw him standing in front while holding a map and a bucket. He was smiling when he saw me, but it faded away when he saw my weak situation.
I slowly walked towards him, and he ran onto me.
"Boss Y/N!" When I reach his hand, that's when my body gives up.
He put the things on the floor and hugged me very quickly so that I wouldn't fall from the floor.
"Y/N? What happened to you? Why is there blood on your shoulder? Hey? Are you alive?" he worriedly asked.
Is this fucker still drunk?
"Maybe I got a tip; that is why there's blood." I rolled my eyes at his nonsense question.
He put everything in my arm around his neck while his other hand wrapped around my waist.
I smirked a little.
We got inside my office, and he put me on the sofa.
"Wait for me here; I will get the medicine kit," he said, on the verge of panic.
I furrowed my eyebrow.
"My shoulder was shot. Do you know how to take this shitty bullet off?" I asked.
He nodded.
"I know; my friend is a nurse, and he taught me how to heal when you got shot. Don't worry, I'm sober." He smiled.
I nodded.
"Wait for me in a few seconds." He went out of my office. I leaned my back on the sofa and looked at my wound.
"I got it!" He came back very fast while he brought the kit and the other things to use.
He sat beside me while slowly touching my wound. I moaned in pain. He looks at me.
"Don't worry, you'll be okay, boss. Trust me," he said sweetly, which made me stare at him.
He was now focused on my shoulder. I was still looking at him. His eyes were serious and focused, his lips pursed, and here I am, staring at how perfect and beautiful he is.
I didn't even mind what he did to my wound. I didn't feel the pain. I was focused, checking every bit of his face.
I imagined licking his cheek until his very beautiful eyes pointed towards his nose. I sucked his red lips and bit them until I tasted his blood.
It takes hours to take off the bullet. I even saw his sweat on his forehead start to roll up. His neck was now wet.
"Phew! I finally took it off. You're fine now, boss."
