(TW: mentioning of sex)
"fuck! I need advil"
you scramble into your bag.
you knew you put some in there before leaving.
knowing you'd for sure drink until you almost blacked out.
bad habit.
you were so focused on finding your Advil.
you didn't even notice the large half-naked man sleeping soundly in the bed you had just got out of.
realization.
it hit you,like a truck.
the events from the night before;
the fundraiser.
the drinks.
the random lady.
the bartender.
the drinks.
the random lady.
the drunk sex with the bartender.
all flashing at once.
but there was more.
the half-naked sleeping man in the bed.
proves there's more.
"think god damn"
you curse quietly.
head still pounding.
"fuck"
you let out. rubbing your temples.
the man doesn't wake up. he sleeps peacefully you take a moment to take him in.
you never really saw him like this, at ease.
he laid on his stomach with one leg slightly up almost like he was making the number 4 with his legs.
his back had a few scars on it.
one along the shoulder and one closer to the bottom of his back. his breathing made his upper body move up and down.
you wanted to lay back down and lay with him and just take in his beauty but this was your boss. a man who you worked for.
so inappropriate.
"what the fuck happened last night"
you whisper to yourself.
picking up your clothes off the floor.
you were also half-naked.
after a few minutes of going through your stuff, the man wakes up. he yawns loudly trying in attempt to get your attention. you turn your head toward him and he's sitting up on the bed.
eyes barely opened.
yawn and stretch his neck. and shoulders.
he was beautiful you thought to yourself.
even though this man has done nothing but treat you like an object.
better yet a toy. you still couldn't get over how pretty he was.
his green orbs catch your e/c orbs.
you bow your head down.
"do you have any Advil?"
you ask.
he sighs and gets up walking towards the bathroom.
you keep your head down. the reason?
you knew i'f you looked at him any longer you'd be in his arms again.
TERRIBLE. you know this.
"here"
shaking the bottle in front of you.
you grab it nodding and mouthing a thanks.
"Sure"
he says. grabbing a shirt off the floor and moving towards the bathroom.
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Yes, Mr.Fushiguro
Non-Fiction༺A story of a girl who meets a womanizer༻ y/n moves to new york to be with her best friend Satoru thinking she'd be able to get a job with the degree she recently got. but with no luck she can't find anything till she sees an ad for a well renowned...
