Fake marrying my new boss
This is what I have been dreaming off… the want, the need, not second guessing everything… and I am okay with the fact that it took some sake to get here.
He backs me up against the door, my ass slamming into the doorknob, as he fumbles and drops his keys to the floor. “For helvede,” he mutters. Okay, maybe he’s a little tipsy too. By the end of the night, I lost track of how many times we had sake shots. Things really got out of hand when our waitress, Kiko, taught us a Japanese drinking song… but we had a blast and I am sure the photographer got some great shots.
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