Donghae's pov


I walked into my office, ignoring all the eyes who watched me curiously since i stepped on this floor, and as soon as i closed the door, the whispering and chukling were heard.

I sighed.
Yeah, yeah.
Your perfectionist boss was late.
Happy now?
I rolled my eyes.

I sat on my chair and sighed when i saw a mountain of documents already formed on my desk.

Suddenly my mind went to this morning.

Ugh,, how can i end up being in a hotel room with that guy?!
Well, i remember i drank, a lot, but.. To be on a bed with a guy, and not to mention that he said i 'rode' him last night...

I palmed my face.
No, no. Maybe he's just bluffing.
But..for what?
We don't even know each others.

Wait. I think i did saw him when i entered the club last night.
He's kinda...

*knock knock*

I shook my head, and sat up straight. No way i'll let my workers saw my weak sides.
"Come in"

The door's opened, and a guy walked slowly into my office. Hangeng hyung. He's my secretary, a chinese guy who has worked for my dad since long ago. I respect him for helping my Dad, so that's why i called him hyung, even though he's my worker. 

"Donghae-ssi. I noticed you came late. Bad traffic?" He smiled and sat across my table.

I rolled my eyes.
"Worse than that"

Hangeng hyung raised his eyebrows, amused.
"Whoa, what kind of thing that could make our perfect Lee Donghae has a bad mood in the morning?"

I snorted.
"Believe me. You don't wanna know"

He chuckled, and hand me a folder.
"Fine. It's your schedule for today"

I frowned. I haven't finished the document on my table yet, but in hour i have to