It's 5 p.m. but you're still stuck at work. The office has been slammed with orders this past week, and the entire staff has been worked to the bone.
"Why the fuck couldn't I have taken a job literally anywhere else?" You mutter to yourself as Creepy Carl from two cubicles down stops by to attempt chit chat again.β¨ "One hell of a week, isn't it?" He says cheerily.
"Yeah, it's been pretty crazy," you say without looking at him. This is the third time today he's tried hitting on you. You do your best to keep focused on your work, but you can feel his unnerving gaze crawl all over your body. Some guys just can't take a hint.
"So what do you think ofβ" he goes on, but you plug in your earbuds and completely ignore his every word. You have other things on your mind.
For the past three hours, your boyfriend Grayson has been texting you, and a good fuck is just what you need after a day like this. Your eyes begin to unfocus from the page in front of you while you daydream of his gentle hands running through your hair and massaging your breasts, his cock growing hard, throbbing for you while you feel his chest. The thought of him pulling your hair...
"Hey, I need that report finished ASAP, I'm paying you for this overtime, remember? ...Hello?!" You suddenly jump when you realize your boss was standing behind you.
"Oh shit, sorry Dave. I just zoned out for a second, I'll have on your desk by 6, I promise," you manage to spit out, but he's already on his way to reprimand the next employee.
That's Dave, always barking out orders and never doing anything himself. You're so much smarter than that idiot, and he knows it. It's ok, though. The faster you finish this, the faster you can finally release some stress with Grayson.
It's 7:13 when you finally clock out. Christ, what a waste of time. But oh well. It's Friday, and you're finally going to have a weekend all alone with your lover.
You're in your car driving home on the freeway. At this point, you're so exhausted and annoyed from work that all you really want is just to collapse into bed and have Grayson hold you while you fall asleep, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat... okay maybe while he's holding you, you reach down and feel he's already hard. Maybe you start stroking the shaft and kiss him sweetly. He tells you how much you mean to him and how he's been looking forward to this weekend for a long time...
SHIT! You almost hit the center divide! Fuck, that was close. You manage to veer back into the fast lane and almost miss your exit. What a hot mess.
It's 8:22 and you still haven't eaten dinner. You'll probably just heat up a TV dinner and go to sleep at 9 or something. But you were not expecting what was on the other side of your apartment door.
The apartment has an open concept layout, with a dining table at the center of one large room. The kitchen lines the sides of the place, and a small couch lies opposite a flatscreen TV. You often cuddle with Grayson on that couch and watch Netflix. Ah, Grayson. He's the first thing you notice.
He's standing there, back turned from you, dressed in a full suit at the kitchen sink making a drink. You're about to start walking towards him when you notice something is different. The lights are dimmed, and the kitchen table is set. The light of a single candle is reflected off of the silverware that frames two plates heaped with freshly made food.