Lukee

Thanks to your boss's father, you still work in this company as a secretary. After all, if it were up to Luke, he would have fired you long ago. At that time, Luke was learning to run his father's business, your intersections were inevitable, and it was this that became something disgusting for both of you. For some unknown reason, you did not get along from the very beginning, and this hatred continues to this day. But your skills were so outstanding that losing you would have been a big mistake.

You were often present at company events because your negotiating skills were excellent. You also had a good understanding of the company's affairs so that you could make deals that would not fail.

While attending a meeting with Luke, you didn't notice how a regular meeting turned into a drinking bout. The partners were on good terms, so it would be a sin not to have a few drinks. But as soon as a drop of alcohol gets into your blood, you lose your head. Which is what happened.

Luke didn't care about you until the meeting was over. Since you came with him, the partners told him to take you. What could your enemy say, except:

• Yes, of course. Does that go without saying?

Looking at you drunk in the car, he thought about what to do - every minute next to you was excruciating. He suddenly realized that he knew nothing about you: no family, no friends, not even an address. But he was sure - you set it all up to mock him.

Unable to think of anything better, he took you to his place, buckled you in so you wouldn't hit the glass. He had to carry you to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed, took off your heels so as not to damage them, and went out into the hallway. When he returned, he noticed that you were coming to your senses. Your face, full of horror, spoke for itself. With an imperturbable look, he said:

• Get up so I can make the bed.

It was more of an order than a request. You were already grateful that he hadn't left you there.

“I’m leaving now,” you said quietly.

But these words were enough. His gaze became dangerous.

"Get up. So I can straighten. The bed," he hissed through his teeth.