"Lovin It Your Way" Ronald X BK Smut

Chapter 4: Caught In The Act

(I hope you winced at that chapter title in anticipation of what was to come.)

Burger King quickly ducked below the desk. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK," BK thought to himself. Below the desk, he could see clown shoes. He felt his heart drop and his breath still.

When Ronald entered his eyes were immediately drawn to the wreckage on his desk, the ripped files, the slightly tilted pictures, and his disorganized bookshelf. "Well...I suppose I'd have expected that from the Hamburglar." It is then that BK remembered his disguise. His eyes became fixated towards the black mask, mere inches away on the floor. He attempts to quietly reach towards it

"But you're not the Hamburglar, are you, BK?"

BKs heart sank into his stomach upon hearing his name from Ronald's mouth. He'd hoped it was but a dream. His silent reach became a mad scramble for the mask. He put it on and slowly rose from behind the desk. "Whaaaaat? Who's BK? It's just me, Ronald!" As he rose from the desk he didn't have to look at all for Ronald. He stood right in front of the desk, arms crossed, with a judgmental scowl. "...ok it's not what it looks like," utters BK, peeling off the mask.
"I'm pretty sure this situation isn't open to interpretation," scoffed Ronald.
"I...thought this was my office?" BK said, faintly, a last ditch effort.
"I oughtta call Officer Big Mac, but...if I'm being honest I've always pitied you Mr. King. I'd hate to see that handsome face behind bars."
"R-really?"
"Yes really. So I'll let you off with a warning...on one condition."