Kill me. I love this ship and I'm watching a really cute show called Love Daily and I just. This came to mind.

I honest to god hate him.

Like who gives him permission to strut around with his long bleached blonde hair and his flawlessly painted nails and his long fingers that always had rings on them. Mental note: make it a rule at work for all employees to have to wear a paper bag over their heads. I mean it's not like I'm actually attracted to him. He just catches my eye now and then and I mean I guess he looks ok. Just...not hot. It's probably just my hormones acting up, I mean when was the last time I had sex?

John skipped over, jumping one big final time to land in front of me while doing jazz hands. "That's the last of the breakfast rush!" He cheered. "Wanna go have sex in the employee bathroom?" I blurted our and then immediately flushed and pressed my lips shut.

We did do that.

He had hopped the counter and led me back past the cook, who raised a eyebrow at us, and pushed me into the employee bathroom. It was the hottest experience of my life. I had no idea he could be so dominating or that I could make the sounds he pulled out of me. Should I, the manager and owner of my own dinner The Milky Cup, have had sex with John, a employee and waiter? No, probably not. But apparently that didn't seem to be a issue to me at the time.

A week passed and I was doing my best to avoid John but with him being our only waiter that was kind of hard. The first few days after he would smile at me and I had to do my best not to smile back, just steadily ignore him and it'll be fine. My hormones begged to differ. Honestly how horny can one guy get!?

I barley made it through two weeks before John was dragging me out to his car and we did it again, this time in his back seat. Despite the cramped space he managed to dominate me in every way again. This was quickly becoming my drug of choice but like all drug addicts I knew I needed some rehab or I'd get so hooked that I'd end up selling my life to this horribly blond headed drug.

The next night I went to the club praying I'd met a nice guy. Someone other then that dickwad John. I had just sat down at the bar when I felt a hand slide around my shoulder. "Eyyyy! Lukas! Nice to see you!" John's voice cheered in my ear. I was half tempted to slam my head on the bar counter at this point. Why can't I get away from him!? "What do you want?" I snapped harsher then I meant to.

His arm dropped from my shoulder and I thought I had really hurt him this time but he was just waving the bar tender over. "I want to drink with my boss and best buddy." He said, his voice as cheerful as ever.

It only took three drinks before he was shoving me into the janitor's closet and pulling his shirt off. He pushed me back against the wall and a gasp tore out of my mouth. His lips trailed from the nook of my neck to under my ear. "We've got to stop doing it like this." He whispered and nipped my ear lobe. His words snapped me out of my lust filled state and I shoved him back.

For a moment we just stared at each other. I wanted to reach out and run my thumb over his lips, feel his eyelashes on my cheek, tangle my fingers in his hair. "You're right, we do need to stop." I forced out and then I was turning and running out the door.

I heard him curse but I was already trying desperately to get out. Tears where threatening to fall and I wanted to be home when they finally did. I hate him I hate him I hate him. It's just my fucking hormones. Nothing else. I just got caught in the whole damn mess and look where that got me. Maybe I should just fire him, get a new waiter or waitress. It was a viable option.

I was just reaching for my car handle when a hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. My back was pressed up against the car while my front was shoved against John's body. "Smitty let me fucking talk!" My eyes darted over his shoulder. I couldn't look st his fucking cute ass face this close up. I'd get lost in him again and then my hormones would act up and I'd be in a even deeper hole.

"God, you're the hardest person to talk to. You don't listen. I meant we have to stop doing it in these situations. It can't be good for your back and I'd much rather have you in my bed then anywhere else." I glanced over and my eyes locked with his. That's another thing I hate, his beautiful ocean eyes. The way they just seem to swallow me whole.

Suddenly I was yanking his shirt towards me and out lips locked in a passionate filled kiss. I groaned against his mouth as he cupped the back of my neck and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Lord knows how much I fucking hate him. We pulled apart gasping and I got drawn back into his ocean eyes. I must have been suffering from lack of oxygen, it's the only thing I can think of that would make me say what I did next.

"I fucking love you John Kryoz." He gave me a crooked and oh so charming half grin. "I love you to Lukas Smitty."